O Grub Street! how do I bemoan thee, whose graceless children scorn to own thee! . Yet thou hast greater cause to be ashamed of them, than they of thee.

If the world had but a dozen Arbuthnots in it, I would burn my Travels.

A chuck under the chin is worth two kisses.

Pray steal me not, I'm Mrs. Dingley's, Whose heart in this four-footed thing lies.

In oratory the greatest art is to hide art.

Principally I hate and detest that animal called man; although I heartily love John, Peter, Thomas, and so forth.

When you set about your composing, it may be necessary for your ease, and better distillation of wit, to put on your worst clothes, and the worse the better; for an author, like a limbeck, will yield the better for having a rag about him: besides that, I have observed a gardener cut the outward rind of a tree (which is the surtout of it) to make it bear well; and this is a natural account of the usual poverty of poets, and is an argument why wits, of all men living, ought to be ill clad.