Our bells are worn threadbare with ringing for victories

I firmly believe, notwithstanding all our complaints, that almost every person upon earth tastes upon the totality more happiness than misery.

Let the French but have England, and they won't want to conquer it.

Poetry is a beautiful way of spoiling prose, and the laborious art of exchanging plain sense for harmony.

Letters to absence can a voice impart, And lend a tongue when distance gags the heart.

He was persuaded he could know no happiness but in the society of one with whom he could for ever indulge the melancholy that had taken possession of his soul.

We often repent of our first thoughts, and scarce ever of our second.