My definition of Man is, a Cooking Animal. The beasts have memory, judgement, and all the faculties and passions of our mind, in a certain degree; but no beast is a cook....Man alone can dress a good dish; and every man whatever is more or less a cook, in seasoning what he himself eats.

I suppose no person ever enjoyed with more relish the infusion of that fragrant leaf than Johnson.

When a man is familiar with many people he must expect many disagreeable familiarizations.

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.

In every picture there should be shade as well as light.

I make it a kind of pious rule to go to every funeral to which I am invited, both as I wish to pay a proper respect to the dead, unless their characters have been bad, and as I would wish to have the funeral of my own near relations or of myself well attended.

Friendship, "the wine of life," should, like a well-stocked cellar, be continually renewed.