The Vicious Count Their Years;

Those Who Have Past Much Of Their Lives In This Great City, Look Upon Its Opulence And Its Multitudes, Its Extent And Variety, With Cold Indifference; But An Inhabitant Of The Remoter Parts Of The Kingdom Is Immediately Distinguished By A Kind Of Dissipated Curiosity, A Busy Endeavour To Divide His Attention Amongst A Thousand Objects, And A Wild Confusion Of Astonishment And Alarm.

Labor, If It Were Not Necessary For Existence, Would Be Indispensable For The Happiness Of Man.

The True Art Of Memory Is The Art Of Attention.

Power Is Not Sufficient Evidence Of Truth.

Expectation Improperly Indulged In Must End In Disappointment.