Jealous people poison their own banquet and then eat it

I am always at a loss at how much to believe of my own stories.

Into the space of one little hour sins enough may be conjured up by evil tongues to blast the fame of a whole life of virtue.

No man is so methodical as a complete idler, and none so scrupulous in measuring out his time as he whose time is worth nothing.

The great British Library --an immense collection of volumes of all ages and languages, many of which are now forgotten, and most of which are seldom read: one of these sequestered pools of obsolete literature to which modern authors repair, and draw buckets full of classic lore, or pure English, undefiled wherewith to swell their own scanty rills of thought.

He who would study nature in its wildness and variety, must plunge into the forest, must explore the glen, must stem the torrent, and dare the precipice.

Every desire bears its death in its very gratification. Curiosity languishes under repeated stimulants, and novelties cease to excite and surprise, until at length we cannot wonder even at a miracle.