If venereal delight and the power of propagating the species were permitted only to the virtuous, it would make the world very good.

It is not every man who can be exquisitely miserable, any more than exquisitely happy.

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.

A page of my journal is like a cake of portable soup. A little may be diffused into a considerable portion.

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

The man who stops making new friends eventually will have none.

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