Talking with a friend is nothing else but thinking aloud.

The friendships of the world are oft confederacies in vice, or leagues of pleasures.

The important question is not, what will yield to man a few scattered pleasures, but what will render his life happy on the whole amount.

A true critic ought to dwell upon excellencies rather than imperfections, to discover the concealed beauties of a writer, and communicate to the world such things as are worth their observation.

There is more of turn than of truth in a saying of Seneca, "That drunkenness does not produce but discover faults." Common experience teaches the contrary. Wine throws a man out of himself, and infuses dualities into the mind which she is a stranger to in her sober moments.

Every passion gives a particular cast to the countenance, and is apt to discover itself in some feature or other. I have seen an eye curse for half an hour together, and an eyebrow call a man a scoundrel.

The post of honour is a private station.