It is hard to conceive that the old, whose thoughts have been all thought out, should ever love to live alone. Solitude is surely for the young, who have time before them for the execution of schemes, and who can, therefore, take delight in thinking

I am not fit to marry. I am often cross, and I like my own way, and I have a distaste for men.

I never knew a government yet that wanted to do anything.

And though it is much to be a nobleman, it is more to be a gentleman.

If we wish ourselves to be high, we should treat that which is over us as high.

This at least should be a rule through the letter-writing world: that no angry letter be posted till four-and-twenty hours will have elapsed since it was written.

I have no ambition to surprise my reader. Castles with unknown passages are not compatible with my homely muse.