I Look Upon The Too

There Are Few Men Who Dare To Publish To The World The Prayers They Make To Almighty God.

Pleasure Itself Is Painful At The Bottom.

Shame On All Eloquence Which Leaves Us With A Taste For Itself And Not For Its Substance.

Custom Is A Violent And Treacherous School Mistress. She, By Little And Lithe, Slyly And Unperceived, Slips In The Foot Of Her Authority; But Having By This Gentle And Humble Beginning, With The Benefit Of Time, Fixed And Established It, She Then Unmasks A Furious And Tyrannic Countenance, Against Which We Have No More The Courage Or The Power So Much As To Lift Up Our Eyes.

I Want To Be Seen Here In My Simple, Natural, Ordinary Fashion, Without Straining Or Artifice; For It Is Myself That I Portray... I Am Myself The Matter Of My Book.