Hope, Like The Gleaming Taper

I Hate The French Because They Are All Slaves And Wear Wooden Shoes.

Ridicule Has Even Been The Most Powerful Enemy Of Enthusiasm, And Properly The Only Antagonist That Can Be Opposed To It With Success.

The Little Mind Who Loves Itself, Will Wr'te And Think With The Vulgar; But The Great Mind Will Be Bravely Eccentric, And Scorn The Beaten Road, From Universal Benevolence.

All His Faults Are Such That One Loves Him Still The Better For Them.

Wit Generally Succeeds More From Being Happily Addressed Than From Its Native Poignancy. A Jest, Calculated To Spread At A Gaming-table, May Be Received With, Perfect Indifference Should It Happen To Drop In A Mackerel-boat.