I love white Portugal wine better than claret, champagne, or burgundy. I have a sad vulgar appetite.

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

I cannot imagine why we should be at the expense to furnish wit for succeeding ages, when the former have made no sort of provision for ours.

If Heaven had looked upon riches to be a valuable thing, it would not have given them to such a scoundrel.

All panegyrics are mingled with an infusion of poppy.

If they would, for Example, praise the Beauty of a Woman, or any other Animal, they describe it by Rhombs, Circles, Parallelograms, Ellipses, and other geometrical terms.

There are certain common privileges of a writer, the benefit whereof, I hope, there will be no reason to doubt; particularly, that where I am not understood, it shall be concluded, that something very useful and profound is couched underneath; and again, that whatever word or sentence is printed in a different character, shall be judged to contain something extraordinary either or wit of sublime.