[t]hou Canst Not Think Worse Of Me

What A Glut Of Books! Who Can Read Them?

If You Like Not My Writing, Go Read Something Else.

Worldly Wealth Is The Devil's Bait; And Those Whose Minds Feed Upon Riches Recede, In General, From Real Happiness, In Proportion As Their Stores Increase, As The Moon, When She Is Fullest, Is Farthest From The Sun.

Melancholy Can Be Overcome Only By Melancholy.

Be Not Solitary, Be Not Idle