There are men whom you will never dislodge from an opinion, except by taking possession of it yourself.

Some men so dislike the dust kicked up by the generation they belong to, that, being unable to pass, they lag behind it.

Instead of watching the bird as it flies above our heads, we chase his shadow along the ground; and, finding we cannot grasp it, we conclude it to be nothing.

There is a glare about worldly success which is very apt to dazzle men's eyes.

I like the smell of a dunged field, and the tumult of a popular election.

If Painting be Poetry's sister, she can only be a sister Anne, who will see nothing but a flock of sheep, while the other bodies forth a troop of dragoons with drawn sabres and white-plumed helmets.

The praises of others may be of use in teaching us, not what we are, but what we ought to be.