The teller of a mirthful tale has latitude allowed him. We are content with less than absolute truth.

Cards are war, in disguise of a sport.

I am Retired Leisure. I am to be met with in trim gardens. I am already come to be known by my vacant face and careless gesture, perambulating at no fixed pace nor with any settled purpose. I walk about; not to and from.

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.

In every thing that relates to science, I am a whole Encyclopaedia behind the rest of the world.

The greatest pleasure I know, is to do a good action by stealth, and to have it found out by accident.

Presents, I often say, endear absents.