Surely It Is Much More Generous To

The Labor Of Thinking Was So Great To Me, That Having Once Come To A Conclusion Upon Any Subject, I Would Rather Persist In It, Right Or Wrong, Than Be At The Trouble Of Going Over The Process Again To Revise And Rectify My Judgment.

I ... Practiced All The Arts Of Apology, Evasion, And Invisibility, To Which Procrastinators Must Sooner Or Later Be Reduced.

In Real Friendship The Judgment, The Genius, The Prudence Of Each Party Become The Common Property Of Both.

Our Pleasures In Literature Do Not, I Think, Decline With Age; Last 1st Of January Was My Eighty-second Birthday, And I Think That I Had As Much Enjoyment From Books As I Ever Had In My Life.

A Love-match Was The Only Thing For Happiness, Where The Parties Could Any Way Afford It.