What Would Become Of History, Had We

If We Confine Ourselves To A General And Distant Reflection On The Ills Of Human Life, That Can Have No Effect To Prepare Us For Them. If By Close And Intense Meditation We Render Them Present And Intimate To Us, That Is The True Secret For Poisoning All Our Pleasures, And Rendering Us Perpetually Miserable.

Art May Make A Suite Of Clothes, But Nature Must Produce A Man.

Morals And Criticism Are Not So Properly Objects Of The Understanding As Of Taste And Sentiment.

That The Corruption Of The Best Thing Produces The Worst, Is Grown Into A Maxim, And Is Commonly Proved, Among Other Instances, By The Pernicious Effects Of Superstition And Enthusiasm, The Corruptions Of True Religion.

In This Sullen Apathy Neither True Wisdom Nor True Happiness Can Be Found.