I Have Often Thought, Says

How Can It Enter Into The Thoughts Of Man, That The Soul, Which Is Capable Of Such Immense Perfections, And Of Receiving New Improvements To All Eternity, Shall Fall Away Into Nothing Almost As Soon As It Is Created?

Talk Not Of Love: Thou Never Knew'st Its Force.

What I Spent I Lost; What I Possessed Is Left To Others; What I Gave Away Remains With Me.

Among The Writers Of Antiquity There Are None Who Instruct Us More Openly In The Manners Of Their Respective Times In Which They Lived Than Those Who Have Employed Themselves In Satire, Under Whatever Dress It May Appear.

A Great Large Book Is A Great Evil.