As A Madman Is Apt To Think

I Have No More Pleasure In Hearing A Man Attempting Wit And Failing, Than In Seeing A Man Trying To Leap Over A Ditch And Tumbling Into It

The Richest Author That Ever Grazed The Common Of Literature.

Cautious Age Suspects The Flattering Form, And Only Credits What Experience Tells.

The Uniform Necessities Of Human Nature Produce In A Great Measure Uniformity Of Life, And For Part Of The Day Make One Place Like Another; To Dress And To Undress, To Eat And To Sleep, Are The Same In London As In The Country.

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