There Is First The Literature Of Knowledge,

Thou Hast The Keys Of Paradise, Oh, Just, Subtle, And Mighty Opium!

Enough If Every Age Produce Two Or Three Critics Of This Esoteric Class, With Here And There A Reader To Understand Them.

But My Way Of Writing Is Rather To Think Aloud, And Follow My Own Humours, Than Much To Consider Who Is Listening To Me; And, If I Stop To Consider What Is Proper To Be Said To This Or That Person, I Shall Soon Come To Doubt Whether Any Part At All Is Proper.

The Mere Understanding, However Useful And Indispensable, Is The Meanest Faculty In The Human Mind And The Most To Be Distrusted.

In Many Walks Of Life, A Conscience Is A More Expensive Encumbrance Than A Wife Or A Carriage.