All Censure Of A Man's Self Is

The Scent Of Sloth Tempts A Smug Man.

For My Own Part I Think No Innocent Species Of Wit Or Pleasantry Should Be Suppressed: And That A Good Pun May Be Admitted Among The Smaller Excellencies Of Lively Conversation.

As All Who Come Into The Country Must Obey The King, So All Who Come Into An University Must Be Of The Church.

After I Went To Bed I Had A Curious Fancy As To Dreams. In Sleep The Doors Of The Mind Are Shut, And Thoughts Come Jumping In At The Windows. They Tumble Headlong, And Therefore Are So Disorderly And Strange. Sometimes They Are Stout And Light On Their Feet, And Then They Are Rational Dreams.

Those Who Would Extirpate Evil From The World Know Little Of Human Nature. As Well Might Punch Be Palatable Without Souring As Existence Agreeable Without Care.