Success Is A Fruit Of Slow Growth.

Love: A Word Properly Applied To Our Delight In Particular Kinds Of Food; Sometimes Metaphorically Spoken Of The Favorite Objects Of All Our Appetites.

Setting Down In Writing, Is A Lasting Memory.

Scarcely One Person In A Thousand Is Capable Of Tasting The Happiness Of Others.

The Blackest Ink Of Fate Are Sure My Lot, And When Fate Writ My Name It Made A Blot.

As It Is The Nature Of A Kite To Devour Little Birds, So It Is The Nature Of Some Minds To Insult And Tyrannize Over Little People; This Being The Means Which They Use To Recompense Themselves For Their Extreme Servility And Condescension To Their Superiors; For Nothing Can Be More Reasonable Than That Slaves And Flatterers Should Exact The Same Taxes On All Below Them Which They Themselves Pay To All Above Them.