The Methodists love your big sinners, as proper subjects to work upon.

Oh that I were seated as high as my ambition, I'd place my naked foot on the necks of monarchs.

Our [British] summers are often, though beautiful for verdure, so cold, that they are rather cold winters.

How posterity will laugh at us, one way or other! If half a dozen break their necks, and balloonism is exploded, we shall be called fools for having imagined it could be brought to use: if it should be turned to account, we shall be ridiculed for having doubted.

The sure way of judging whether our first thoughts are judicious, is to sleep on them. If they appear of the same force the next morning as they did over night, and if good nature ratifies what good sense approves, we may be pretty sure we are in the right.

History is a romance that is believed; romance, a history that is not believed.

Perhaps those, who, trembling most, maintain a dignity in their fate, are the bravest: resolution on reflection is real courage.