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Muse, Time Has Taught Me That All Metaphysical Systems, Even Historical Facts Given As Truths, Are Hardly That, So I Amuse Myself With More Agreeable Lies; I No Longer Read Anything But Novels.

I Don't Say 'tis Impossible For An Impudent Man Not To Rise In The World, But A Moderate Merit With A Large Share Of Impudence Is More Probable To Be Advanced Than The Greatest Qualifications Without It.

Miserable Is The Fate Of Writers: If They Are Agreeable, They Are Offensive; And If Dull, They Starve.

But The Fruit That Can Fall Without Shaking Indeed Is Too Mellow For Me.

How Many Thousands ... Earnestly Seeking What They Do Not Want, While They Neglect The Real Blessings In Their Possession -- I Mean The Innocent Gratification Of Their Senses, Which Is All We Can Properly Call Our Own.