The Volume Of Nature Is The Book

Of Praise A Mere Glutton, He Swallow'd What Came, And The Puff A Dunce, He Mistook It For Fame; Till His Relish Grown Callous, Almost To Displease, Who Pepper'd The Highest Was Surest To Please.

Want Of Prudence Is Too Frequently The Want Of Virtue.

Fancy Restrained May Be Compared To A Fountain, Which Plays Highest By Diminishing The Aperture.

There Is Nothing So Absurd Or Ridiculous That Has Not At Some Time Been Said By Some Philosopher. Fontenelle Says He Would Undertake To Persuade The Whole Public Of Readers To Believe That The Sun Was Neither The Cause Of Light Or Heat, If He Could Only Get Six Philosophers On His Side.

I Hate The French Because They Are All Slaves And Wear Wooden Shoes.