The First Years Of Man

About Things On Which The Public Thinks Long It Commonly Attains To Think Right.

Were It Not For Imagination A Man Would Be As Happy In The Arms Of A Chambermaid As Of A Duchess.

To Live Without Feeling Or Exciting Sympathy, To Be Fortunate Without Adding To The Felicity Of Others, Or Afflicted Without Tasting The Balm Of Pity, Is A State More Gloomy Than Solitude; It Is Not Retreat, But Exclusion From Mankind. Marriage Has Many Pains, But Celibacy Has No Pleasures.

Sir, There Is No Settling The Point Of Precedency Between A Louse And A Flea.

Every Man Is, Or Hopes To Be, An Idler.