That Fellow Seems To Me To Possess

Sorrow Is Properly That State Of The Mind In Which Our Desires Are Fixed Upon The Past Without Looking Forward To The Future.

The Irish Are A Fair People: They Never Speak Well Of One Another.

Great Abilities Are Not Requisite For An Historian; For In Historical Composition, All The Greatest Powers Of The Human Mind Are Quiescent.

Nothing Is Little To Him That Feels It With Great Sensibility.

Prejudice, Not Being Founded On Reason, Cannot Be Removed By Argument.