Without Bread All Is Misery.

It Is Not The Greatness Of A Man's Means That Makes Him Independent, So Much As The Smallness Of His Wants.

Sit Down To Write What You Have Thought, And Not To Think What You Shall Write.

Another Great Evil Arising From This Desire To Be Thought Rich; Or Rather, From The Desire Not To Be Thought Poor, Is The Destructive Thing Which Has Been Honored By The Name Of "speculation"; But Which Ought To Be Called Gambling.

The Very Hirelings Of The Press, Whose Trade It Is To Buoy Up The Spirits Of The People... Have Uttered Falsehoods So Long, They Have Played Off So Many Tricks, That Their Budget Seems, At Last, To Be Quite Empty.

Westbury, A Nasty Odious Rotten-borough, A Really Rotten Place.