It is when we think we lead that we are most led.

Smiles form the channels of a future tear.

But every fool describes, in these bright days, His wondrous journey to some foreign court, And spawns his quarto, and demands your praise,-- Death to his publisher, to him 'tis sport.

If I could always read, I should never feel the want of company.

Men love in haste, but they detest at leisure.

What opposite discoveries we have seen! (Signs of true genius, and of empty pockets.) One makes new noses, one a guillotine, One breaks your bones, one sets them in their sockets; But vaccination certainly has been A kind antithesis to Congreve's rockets.

It is when we think we lead that we are most led.