The True Art Of Memory Is The

The Happiness Of London Is Not To Be Conceived But By Those Who Have Been In It.

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

The Prosperity Of A People Is Proportionate To The Number Of Hands And Minds Usefully Employed. To The Community, Sedition Is A Fever, Corruption Is A Gangrene, And Idleness Is An Atrophy. Whatever Body Or Society Wastes More Than It Acquires, Must Gradually Decay, And Every Being That Continues To Be Fed, And Eases To Labor, Takes Away Something From The Public Stock.

More Is Learned In A Public Than In A Private School, From Emulation. There Is The Collision Of Mind With Mind, Or The Radiation Of Many Minds Pointing To One Center.

Paradise Lost Is A Book That, Once Put Down, Is Very Hard To Pick Up Again.