Argument, as usually managed, is the worst sort of conversation, as it is generally in books the worst sort of reading.
If the world had but a dozen Arbuthnots in it, I would burn my Travels.
A footman may swear; but he cannot swear like a lord. He can swear as often: but can he swear with equal delicacy, propriety, and judgment?
By candle-light nobody would have taken you for above five-and-twenty.
There is no vice which mankind carries to such wild extremes as that of avarice.
Ay, do despise me, I'm the prouder for it; I like to be despised.