Memory Is Like All Other Human Powers,

He Is Not Only Dull Himself, But The Cause Of Dulness In Others.

No Place Affords A More Striking Conviction Of The Vanity Of Human Hopes Than A Public Library; For Who Can See The Wall Crowded On Every Side By Mighty Volumes, The Works Of Laborious Meditations And Accurate Inquiry, Now Scarcely Known But By The Catalogue.

Life Is A Progress From Want To Want, Not From Enjoyment To Enjoyment.

We Have Always Pretensions To Fame Which, In Our Own Hearts, We Know To Be Disputable.

The Happiest Conversation Is That Of Which Nothing Is Distinctly Remembered, But A General Effect Of Pleasing Impression.