I have been trying all my life to like Scotchmen, and am obliged to desist from the experiment in despair.

Riches are chiefly good because they give us time.

For God's sake (I never was more serious) don't make me ridiculous any more by terming me gentle-hearted in print.

To pile up honey upon sugar, and sugar upon honey, to an interminable tedious sweetness.

I give thee all,-I can no more, Though poor the off'ring be; My heart and lute are all the store That I can bring to thee.

I cannot sit and think; books think for me.

The vices of some men are magnificent.