He who hath not a dram of folly in his mixture hath pounds of much worse matter in his composition.
I cannot sit and think; books think for me.
Were I Diogenes, I would not move out of a kilderkin into a hogshead, though the first had had nothing but small beer in it, and the second reeked claret.
He is no lawyer who cannot take two sides.
His voice was the most obnoxious squeak I ever was tormented with.
I like you and your book, ingenious Hone! In whose capacious all-embracing leaves The very marrow of tradition 's shown; And all that history, much that fiction weaves.