But 'why then publish?' There are no rewards Of fame or profit when the world grows weary. I ask in turn why do you play at cards? Why drink? Why read? To make some hour less dreary. It occupies me to turn back regards On what I've seen or pondered, sad or cheery, And what I write I cast upon the stream To swim or sink. I have had at least my dream.

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Eat, drink and love...the rest is not worth a nickel

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Always laugh when you can; it is cheap medicine. Merriment is a philosophy not well understood. It is the sunny side of existence.

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A drop of ink may make a million think.

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The best prophet of the future is the past.

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Men think highly of those who rise rapidly in the world; whereas nothing rises quicker than dust, straw, and feathers.

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A timid mind is apt to mistake every scratch for a mortal wound.

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Nothing so fretful, so despicable as a Scribbler, see what I am, and what a parcel of Scoundrels I have brought about my ears, and what language I have been obliged to treat them with to deal with them in their own way; - all this comes of Authorship.

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I am acquainted with no immaterial sensuality so delightful as good acting.

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Land of lost gods and godlike men.

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