We think our fathers fools, so wise we grow. Our wiser sons, no doubt will think us so.

There goes a saying, and 'twas shrewdly said, ''Old fish at table, but young flesh in bed.

Tis true, 'tis certain; man, though dead, retains Part of himself; the immortal mind remains.

Art still followed where Rome's eagles flew.

I begin where most people end, with a full conviction of the emptiness of all sorts of ambition, and the unsatisfactory nature of all human pleasures.

Luxurious lobster-nights, farewell, For sober, studious days!

From the moment one sets up for an author, one must be treated as ceremoniously, that is as unfaithfully, "as a king's favorite or a king.