There Are, Indeed, Few Kinds

No Man Can Enjoy Happiness Without Thinking That He Enjoys It.

Had I Learned To Fiddle, I Should Have Done Nothing Else.

Such Is The Pleasure Of Projecting That Many Content Themselves With A Succession Of Visionary Schemes, And Wear Out Their Allotted Time In The Calm Amusement Of Contriving What They Never Attempt Or Hope To Execute.

Surely, It Is Much Easier To Respect A Man Who Has Always Had Respect, Than To Respect A Man Who We Know Was Last Year No Better Than Ourselves, And Will Be No Better Next Year.

What Is Written Without Effort Is In General Read Without Pleasure.