To How Many Blockheads Of My Time

Travelling Through The World Produces A Marvellous Clarity In The Judgment Of Men. We Are All Of Us Confined And Enclosed Within Ourselves, And See No Farther Than The End Of Our Nose.

Taking It All In All, I Find It Is More Trouble To Watch After Money Than To Get It.

There Is A Certain Consideration, And A General Duty Of Humanity, That Binds Us Not Only To The Animals, Which Have Life And Feeling, But Even To The Trees And Plants. We Owe Justice To People, And Kindness And Benevolence To All Other Creatures Who May Be Susceptible Of It. There Is Some Intercourse Between Them And Us, And Some Mutual Obligation.

No Pleasure Is Fully Delightful Without Communications, And No Delight Absolute Except Imparted.

What Kind Of Truth Is This Which Is True On One Side Of A Mountain And False On The Other?