The scholars of Ireland seem not to have the least conception of style, but run on in a flat phraseology, often mingled with barbarous terms.

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

Bachelor's fare: bread and cheese, and kisses.

For, if we take an examination of what is generally understood by happiness, as it has respect either to the understanding or the senses, we shall find all its properties and adjuncts will herd under this short definition: that it is a perpetual possession of being well deceived.

Strange an astrologer should die, without one wonder in the sky.

The system of morality to be gathered from the ancient sages falls very short of that delivered in the gospel.

The greatest Inventions were produced in Times of Ignorance; as the Use of the Compass, Gunpowder, and Printing; and by the dullest Nation, as the Germans.