Wealth Is Nothing In Itself; It Is

Time Is, Of All Modes Of Existence, Most Obsequious To The Imagination.

There Is No Wisdom In Useless And Hopeless Sorrow, But There Is Something In It So Like Virtue, That He Who Is Wholly Without It Cannot Be Loved.

No People Can Be Great Who Have Ceased To Be Virtuous.

The Booksellers Are Generous Liberal-minded Men.

The Care Of The Critic Should Be To Distinguish Error From Inability, Faults Of Inexperience From Defects Of Nature.