He That Would Be Superior

The Only End Of Writing Is To Enable Readers Better To Enjoy Life Or Better To Endure It.

Whosoever Shall Look Heedfully Upon Those Who Are Eminent For Their Riches Will Not Think Their Condition Such As That He Should Hazard His Quiet, And Much Less His Virtue, To Obtain It, For All That Great Wealth Generally Gives Above A Moderate Fortune Is More Room For The Freaks Of Caprice, And More Privilege For Ignorance And Vice, A Quicker Succession Of Flatteries, And A Larger Circle Of Voluptuousness.

Critics, Like The Rest Of Mankind, Are Very Frequently Misled By Interest.

Man's Chief Merit Consists In Resisting The Impulses Of His Nature.

New Arts Are Long In The World Before Poets Describe Them; For They Borrow Everything From Their Predecessors, And Commonly Derive Very Little From Nature Or From Life.