Club: An Assembly Of Good

We Seldom Require More To The Happiness Of The Present Hour Than To Surpass Him That Stands Next Before Us.

The Stream Of Time, Which Is Continually Washing The Dissoluble Fabrics Of Other Poets, Passes Without Injury By The Adamant Of Shakespeare.

It Is Man's Own Fault, It Is From Want Of Use, If His Mind Grows Torpid In Old Age.

A Fellow Will Hack Half A Year At A Block Of Marble To Make Something In Stone That Hardly Resembles A Man. The Value Of Statuary Is Owing To Its Difficulty. You Would Not Value The Finest Head Cut Upon A Carrot.

I Know Not Any Crime So Great That A Man Could Contrive To Commit As Poisoning The Sources Of Eternal Truth.