What Is Written Without Effort Is In

In The Motive Lies The Good Or Ill.

While Grief Is Fresh, Every Attempt To Divert Only Irritates. You Must Wait Till It Be Digested, And Then Amusement Will Dissipate The Remains Of It.

No Man Tells His Opinion So Freely As When He Imagines It Received With Implicit Veneration.

Corneille Is To Shakespeare As A Clipped Hedge Is To A Forest.

What A Strange Narrowness Of Mind Now Is That, To Think The Things We Have Not Known Are Better Than The Things We Have Known.