No Man Was More Foolish When He

The Mind Is Refrigerated By Interruption; The Thoughts Are Diverted From The Principle Subject; The Reader Is Weary, He Suspects Not Why; And At Last Throws Away The Book, Which He Has Too Diligently Studied.

Must Helpless Man, In Ignorance Sedate, Roll Darkly Down The Torrent Of His Fate.

The First Years Of Man Must Make Provision For The Last.

All The Performances Of Human Art, At Which We Look With Praise Or Wonder, Are Instances Of The Resistless Force Of Perseverance.

None Are Happy But By Anticipation Of Change.