The scent of Sloth tempts a smug man.
I fancy mankind may come, in time, to write all aphoristically.
All censure of a man's self is oblique praise.
I suppose no person ever enjoyed with more relish the infusion of that fragrant leaf than Johnson.
I have discovered that we may be in some degree whatever character we choose. Besides, practice forms a man to anything.
I am, I flatter myself, completely a citizen of the world. In my travels through Holland, Germany, Switzerland, Italy, Corsica, France, I never felt myself from home.