There Is A Frightful Interval

A Book Should Teach Us To Enjoy Life, Or To Endure It.

The Charm Of London Is That You Are Never Glad Or Sorry For Ten Minutes Together; In The Country You Are One Or The Other For Weeks.

Of All The Griefs That Harass The Distress'd, Sure The Most Bitter Is A Scornful Jest; Fate Never Wounds More Deep The Generous Heart, Than When A Blockhead's Insult Points The Dart.

What Is Written Without Effort Is In General Read Without Pleasure.

A Newswriter Is A Man Without Virtue, Who Lies At Home For His Own Profit.