Imitation Is The Highest Form Of Flattery.

No Propagation Or Multiplication Is More Rapid That That Of Evil, Unless It Be Checked; No Growth More Certain.

Habit Will Reconcile Us To Everything But Change

We Should Choose Our Books As We Would Our Companions, For Their Sterling And Intrinsic Merit.

The Code Of Poor Laws Has At Length Grown Up Into A Tree, Which, Like The Fabulous Upas, Overshadows And Poisons The Land; Unwholesome Expedients Were The Bud, Dilemmas And Depravities Have Been The Blossom, And Danger And Despair Are The Bitter Fruit.

Reply To Wit With Gravity, And To Gravity With Wit.