The player envies only the player, the poet envies only the poet. - William Hazlitt

Defoe says, that there were a hundred thousand stout country-fellows in his time ready to fight to the death against popery, without knowing whether popery was a man or a horse.

The way to get on in the world is to be neither more nor less wise, neither better nor worse than your neighbours.

Without the aid of prejudice and custom, I shall not be able to find my way across the room, nor know how to conduct myself in any circumstances, nor what to feel in any relation of life.