What we call the Irish Brogue is no sooner discovered, than it makes the deliverer, in the last degree, ridiculous and despised; and, from such a mouth, an Englishman expects nothing but bulls, blunders, and follies.

When a man is made a spiritual peer he loses his surname; when a temporal, his Christian name.

We are so fond on one another because our ailments are the same.

It is remarkable with what Christian fortitude and resignation we can bear the suffering of other folks.

Silks, velvets, calicoes, and the whole lexicon of female fopperies.

Old men and comets have been reverenced for the same reason: their long beards, and pretences to foretell events.

You should never be ashamed to admit you have been wrong. It only proves you are wiser today than yesterday