Pride, ill nature, and want of sense, are the three great sources of ill manners.

It is the folly of too many to mistake the echo of a London coffee-house for the voice of the kingdom.

All human race would be wits. And millions miss, for one that hits.

I never saw, heard, nor read, that the clergy were beloved in any nation where Christianity was the religion of the country. Nothing can render them popular, but some degree of persecution.

I never knew a man come to greatness or eminence who lay abed late in the morning.

Polite Conversation Why, everyone one as they like; as the good woman said when she kissed her cow.

My father had a small Estate in Nottinghamshire; I was the Third of five Sons.