When I Was As You

The Authour Who Imitates His Predecessors Only By Furnishing Himself With Thoughts And Elegances Out Of The Same General Magazine Of Literature, Can With Little More Propriety Be Reproached As A Plagiary, Than The Architect Can Be Censured As A Mean Copier Of Angelo Or Wren, Because He Digs His Marble Out Of The Same Quarry, Squares His Stones By The Same Art, And Unites Them In Columns Of The Same Orders.

Don't Tell Me Of Deception; A Lie Is A Lie, Whether It Be A Lie To The Eye Or A Lie To The Ear.

Pleasure Itself Is Not A Vice

The Time Will Come To Every Human Being When It Must Be Known How Well He Can Bear To Die.

Almost All Absurdity Of Conduct Arises From The Imitation Of Those Who We Cannot Resemble.