Bread is the staff of life.

That was excellently observed’, say I, when I read a passage in an author, where his opinion agrees with mine. When we differ, there I pronounce him to be mistaken.

She wears her clothes as if they were thrown on with a pitchfork.

I have known some men possessed of good qualities which were very serviceable to others, but useless to themselves; like a sun-dial on the front of a house, to inform the neighbours and passengers, but not the owner within.

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.

No man was ever so completely skilled in the conduct of life, as not to receive new information from age and experience.

If a man will observe as he walks the streets, I believe he will find the merriest countenances in mourning coaches.