Variety Is The Soul Of

Each Moment Of A Happy Lover's Hour Is Worth An Age Of Dull And Common Life.

All I Ask, Is The Privilege For My Masculine Part The Poet In Me.... If I Must Not, Because Of My Sex, Have This Freedom... I Lay Down My Quill And You Shall Hear No More Of Me.

Where There Is No Novelty, There Can Be No Curiosity.

Here Lies A Proof That Wit Can Never Be Defence Enough Against Mortality

That Perfect Tranquillity Of Life, Which Is Nowhere To Be Found But In Retreat, A Faithful Friend And A Good Library.