Old men, for the most part, are like old chronicles that give you dull but true accounts of times past, and are worth knowing only on that score.

The dances ended, all the fairy train For pinks and daisies search'd the flow'ry plain.

How do we know that we have a right to kill creatures that we are so little above, as dogs, for our curiosity or even for some use to us?

Oh! be thou blest with all that Heaven can send, Long health, long youth, long pleasure-and a friend.

I believe no one qualification is so likely to make a good writer, as the power of rejecting his own thoughts.

All looks yellow to a jaundiced eye that habitually compares everything to something better. But by changing that habit to comparing everything to something worse, even making it a game, that person can find gratitude, relief and happiness where-ever they go and whatever they experience, guaranteed!

Such labour'd nothings, in so strange a style, Amaze th' unlearn'd and make the learned smile.