If people like to read their books, it is all very well, but to be at so much trouble in filling great volumes, which, as I used to think, nobody would willingly ever look into, to be labouring only for the torment of little boys and girls, always struck me as a hard fate.

When I look out on such a night as this, I feel as if there could be neither wickedness nor sorrow in the world; and there certainly would be less of both if the sublimity of Nature were more attended to, and people were carried more out of themselves by contemplating such a scene.

I would much rather have been merry than wise.

I have not wanted syllables where actions have spoken so plainly.

One man's ways may be as good as another's, but we all like our own best.

We are all fools in love.

Men of sense, whatever you may choose to say, do not want silly wives.