The Insolence Of The Vulgar

Common Sense, To Most People, Is Nothing More Than Their Own Opinions.

No Man Would, I Think, Exchange His Existence With Any Other Man, However Fortunate. We Had As Lief Not Be, As Not Be Ourselves.

The World Loves To Be Amused By Hollow Professions, To Be Deceived By Flattering Appearances, To Live In A State Of Hallucination; And Can Forgive Everything But The Plain, Downright, Simple, Honest Truth.

When I Am In The Country, I Wish To Vegetate Like The Country.

Abuse Is An Indirect Species Of Homage.