Writing, when properly managed, (as you may be sure I think mine is) is but a different name for conversation.

In solitude the mind gains strength, and learns to lean upon herself; in the world it seeks or accepts of a few treacherous supports--the feigned compassion of one, the flattery of a second, the civilities of a third, the friendship of a fourth--they all deceive, and bring the mind back to retirement, reflection, and books.

That of all the several ways of beginning a book which are now in practice throughout the known world, I am confident my own way of doing it is the bst-- I'm sure it is the most religious-- for I begin with writing the first sentence-- and trusting to Almighty God for the second.

Disguise thyself as thou wilt, still, Slavery," said I, "still thou art a bitter draught.

Pain and pleasure, like light and darkness, succeed each other.

When a man gives himself up to the government of a ruling passion,--or, in other words, when his HOBBY-HORSE grows head- strong,--farewell cool reason and fair discretion.

Philosophy has a fine saying for everything.-For Death it has an entire set.