My theory is to enjoy life, but my practice is against it.

Friend of my bosom, thou more than a brother, Why wert thou not born in my father's dwelling?

We encourage one another in mediocrity.

This is the magnanimity of authorship, when a writer having a topic presented to him, fruitful of beauties for common minds, waives his privilege, and trusts to the judicious few for understanding the reason of his abstinence.

To be thankful for what we grasp exceeding our proportion is to add hypocrisy to injustice.

May be the truth is, that one pipe is wholesome, two pipes toothsome, three pipes noisome, four pipes fulsome, five pipes quarrelsome; and that's the some on't.

Oh stay! oh stay! Joy so seldom weaves a chain Like this to-night, that oh 't is pain To break its links so soon.