Creation's Heir, The World, The World Is

It Has Been Remarked That Almost Every Character Which Has Excited Either Attention Or Pity Has Owed Part Of Its Success To Merit, And Part To A Happy Concurrence Of Circumstances In Its Favor. Had Caesar Or Cromwell Exchanged Countries, The One Might Have Been A Sergeant And The Other An Exciseman.

Ridicule Has Always Been The Enemy Of Enthusiasm, And The Only Worthy Opponent To Ridicule Is Success.

I Can't Say Whether We Had More Wit Among Us Now Than Usual, But I Am Certain We Had More Laughing, Which Answered The End As Well.

How Wide The Limits Stand Between A Splendid And A Happy Land.

Blest Be That Spot, Where Cheerful Guests Retire To Pause From Toil, And Trim Their Evening Fire; Blest That Abode, Where Want And Pain Repair, And Every Stranger Finds A Ready Chair Blest Be Those Feasts With Simple Plenty Crown'd, Where All The Ruddy Family Around Laugh At The Jest Or Pranks, That Never Fail, Or Sigh With Pity At Some Mournful Tale, Or Press The Bashful Stranger To His Food, And Learn The Luxury Of Doing Good.