The Happiness Of London Is Not To

I Respect Millar, Sir: He Has Raised The Price Of Literature.

Attention And Respect Give Pleasure, However Late, Or However Useless. But They Are Not Useless, When They Are Late, It Is Reasonable To Rejoice, As The Day Declines, To Find That It Has Been Spent With The Approbation Of Mankind.

Life Admits Not Of Delays; When Pleasure Can Be Had, It Is Fit To Catch It. Every Hour Takes Away Part Of The Things That Please Us, And Perhaps Part Of Our Disposition To Be Pleased.

Where There Is No Difficulty There Is No Praise.

I Never Desire To Converse With A Man Who Has Written More Than He Has Read.