What A Glut Of Books! Who Can

Let Thy Fortune Be What It Will, 'tis Thy Mind Alone That Makes Thee Poor Or Rich, Miserable Or Happy.

Be Not Solitary, Be Not Idle

Melancholy Can Be Overcome Only By Melancholy.

We Can Make Mayors And Officers Every Year, But Not Scholars.

If You Like Not My Writing, Go Read Something Else.