I Do Not Believe In

What Men Call Gallantry, And Gods Adultery, Is Much More Common Where The Climate's Sultry.

Absence - That Common Cure Of Love.

The Sight Of Blood To Crowds Begets The Thirst Of More, As The First Wine-cup Leads To The Long Revel.

I Really Cannot Know Whether I Am Or Am Not The Genius You Are Pleased To Call Me, But I Am Very Willing To Put Up With The Mistake, If It Be One. It Is A Title Dearly Enough Bought By Most Men, To Render It Endurable, Even When Not Quite Clearly Made Out, Which It Never Can Be Till The Posterity, Whose Decisions Are Merely Dreams To Ourselves, Has Sanctioned Or Denied It, While It Can Touch Us No Further.

One Of The Pleasures Of Reading Old Letters Is The Knowledge That They Need No Answer.