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Even The Choicest Literature Should Be Taken As The Condiment, And Not As The Sustenance Of Life. It Should Be Neither The Warp Nor The Woof Of Existence, But Only The Flowery Edging Upon Its Borders.

Generosity During Life Is A Very Different Thing From Generosity In The Hour Of Death; One Proceeds From Genuine Liberality And Benevolence, The Other From Pride Or Fear.

In Such A World As Ours The Idle Man Is Not So Much A Biped As A Bivalve; And The Wealth Which Breeds Idleness, Of Which The English Peerage Is An Example, And Of Which We Are Beginning To Abound In Specimens In This Country, Is Only A Sort Of Human Oyster Bed, Where Heirs And Heiresses Are Planted, To Spend A Contemptible Life Of Slothfulness In Growing Plump And Succulent For The Grave-worms' Banquet.

Reproof Is A Medicine, Like Mercury Or Opium; If It Be Improperly Administered, It Will Do Harm Instead Of Good.

The False Man Is More False To Himself Than To Any One Else. He May Despoil Others, But Himself Is The Chief Loser. The World's Scorn He Might Sometimes Forget, But The Knowledge Of His Own Perfidy Is Undying.