Argument, as usually managed, is the worst sort of conversation, as it is generally in books the worst sort of reading.

Every man desires to live long, but no man wishes to be old.

A pleasant companion is as good as a coach.

Would a writer know how to behave himself with relation td posterity? Let him consider in old books what he finds that he is glad to know, and what omissions he most laments.

Promises and pie-crust are made to be broken.

I hate nobody: I am in charity with the world.

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.