Fine Declamation Does Not Consist In Flowery

Titles And Mottoes To Books Are Like Escutcheons And Dignities In The Hands Of A King. The Wise Sometimes Condescend To Accept Of Them; But None But A Fool Would Imagine Them Of Any Real Importance. We Ought To Depend Upon Intrinsic Merit, And Not The Slender Helps Of The Title.

The Europeans Are Themselves Blind Who Describe Fortune Without Sight. No First-rate Beauty Ever Had Finer Eyes, Or Saw More Clearly. They Who Have No Other Trade But Seeking Their Fortune Need Never Hope To Find Her; Coquette-like, She Flies From Her Close Pursuers, And At Last Fixes On The Plodding Mechanic Who Stays At Home And Minds His Business.

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.

Whatever The Skill Of Any Country May Be In The Sciences, It Is From Its Excellence In Polite Learning Alone That It Must Expect A Character From Posterity.

Wisdom Makes A Slow Defense Against Trouble, Though A Sure One In The End.