Pride, ill nature, and want of sense, are the three great sources of ill manners.
Cruel people are ever cowards in emergency.
Big-endians and small-endians.
My father had a small Estate in Nottinghamshire; I was the Third of five Sons.
Nor do they trust their tongue alone, but speak a language of their own; can read a nod, a shrug, a look, far better than a printed book; convey a libel in a frown, and wink a reputation down.
Every age might perhaps produce one or two geniuses, if they were not sunk under the censure and obloquy of plodding, servile, imitating pedants.