I have passed all my days in London, until I have formed as many and intense local attachments as any of you mountaineers can have done with dead nature.

Newspapers always excite curiosity. No one ever puts one down without the feeling of disappointment.

How convalescence shrinks a man back to his pristine stature! where is now the space, which he occupied so lately, in his own, in the family's eye?

Here cometh April again, and as far as I can see the world hath more fools in it than ever.

English physicians kill you, the French let you die.

I counsel thee, shut not thy heart, nor thy library.

Man is a gaming animal.