The Essence Of Poetry Is Will And

Nothing Precludes Sympathy So Much As A Perfect Indifference To It

Envy Among Other Ingredients Has A Mixture Of The Love Of Justice In It. We Are More Angry At Undeserved Than At Deserved Good-fortune.

Abuse Is An Indirect Species Of Homage.

The More We Do, The More We Can Do; The More Busy We Are, The More Leisure We Have.

The Way To Get On In The World Is To Be Neither More Nor Less Wise, Neither Better Nor Worse Than Your Neighbours.