Misery is a guest that we are glad to part with, however certain of her speedy return.

. . . men seldom risk their lives where an escape is without hope of recompense.

The mind is but too naturally prone to pleasure, but too easily yielded to dissipation

You have sensible women here [in England] but then, they are very devils--censorious, uncharitable, sarcastic--the women in Scotland have twice--thrice their freedom, with all their virtue--and are very conversable and agreeable--their educations are more finished.

... there's nothing but quarreling with the women; it's my belief they like it better than victuals and drink.

She [Evelina] is not, indeed, like most modern young ladies; to be known in half an hour; her modest worth, and fearful excellence, require both time and encouragement to show themselves.

Insensibility, of all kinds, and on all occasions, most moves my imperial displeasure