If the world had but a dozen Arbuthnots in it, I would burn my Travels.
Every day is an opportunity to make a new happy ending. May you live all the days of your life.
When dunces are satiric, I take it for a panegyric.
A little grain of the romance is no ill ingredient to preserve and exalt the dignity of human nature, without which it is apt to degenerate into everything that is sordid, vicious and low.
Brisk talkers are generally slow thinkers.
All human race would be wits. And millions miss, for one that hits.