She 's no chicken; she 's on the wrong side of thirty, if she be a day.

So endless and exorbitant are the desires of men that they will grasp at all, and can form no scheme of perfect happiness with less.

Falsehood flies, and the truth comes limping after it.

I always love to begin a journey on Sundays, because I shall have the prayers of the church to preserve all that travel by land, or water.

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

That was excellently observed’, say I, when I read a passage in an author, where his opinion agrees with mine. When we differ, there I pronounce him to be mistaken.

Exploding many things under the name of trifles is a very false proof either of wisdom or magnanimity, and a great check to virtuous actions with regard to fame.