Life Is Not Long, And Too Much

It Is Man's Own Fault, It Is From Want Of Use, If His Mind Grows Torpid In Old Age.

When First The College Rolls Receive His Name, The Young Enthusiast Quilts His Ease For Fame; Through All His Veins The Fever Of Renown Burns From The Strong Contagion Of The Gown

I Respect Millar, Sir: He Has Raised The Price Of Literature.

I Had Rather See The Portrait Of A Dog That I Know, Than All The Allegorical Paintings They Can Show Me In The World.

Exert Your Talents, And Distinguish Yourself, And Don't Think Of Retiring From The World, Until The World Will Be Sorry That You Retire.