The Distance Is Nothing When One Has

An Artist Cannot Do Anything Slovenly.

It Is Indolence... Indolence And Love Of Ease; A Want Of All Laudable Ambition, Of Taste For Good Company, Or Of Inclination To Take The Trouble Of Being Agreeable, Which Make Men Clergymen. A Clergyman Has Nothing To Do But Be Slovenly And Selfish; Read The Newspaper, Watch The Weather, And Quarrel With His Wife. His Curate Does All The Work And The Business Of His Own Life Is To Dine.

I Am Certainly The Most Fortunate Creature That Ever Existed!

Let Other Pens Dwell On Guilt And Misery. I Quit Such Odious Subjects As Soon As I Can, Impatient To Restore Everybody Not Greatly In Fault Themselves To Tolerable Comfort, And To Have Done With All The Rest.

I Have Not A Doubt Of Your Doing Very Well Together. Your Tempers Are By No Means Unlike. You Are Each Of You So Complying, That Nothing Will Ever Be Resolved On; So Easy, That Every Servant Will Cheat You; And So Generous, That You Will Always Exceed Your Income.