Luck, Mere Luck May Make Even Madness

Dogmation Is Puppyism Come To Its Full Growth.

Happiness Grows At Our Own Firesides, And Is Not To Be Picked In Strangers' Gardens.

O This Itch Of The Ear, That Breaks Out At The Tongue! Were Not Curiosity So Over-busy, Detraction Would Soon Be Starved To Death.

Even The Worse Of Jobs Has Their Pleasures, If I Were A Grave Digger Or A Hangmen, There Are Some People I Could Work For With A Great Deal Of Enjoyment.

Nothing Is So Beneficial To A Young Author As The Advice Of A Man Whose Judgment Stands Constitutionally At The Freezing-point.