Dead scandals form good subjects for dissection.

There's naught, no doubt, so much the spirit calms as rum and true religion.

Pythagoras, Locke, Socrates - but pages might be filled up, as vainly as before, with the sad usage of all sorts of sages, who in his life-time, each was deemed a bore! The loftiest minds outrun their tardy ages.

So sweet the blush of bashfulness, E'en pity scarce can wish it less!

Ah, nut-brown partridges! Ah, brilliant pheasants! And ah, ye poachers!--'Tis no sport for peasants.

To be perfectly original one should think much and read little, and this is impossible, for one must have read before one has learnt to think.

There is no traitor like him whose domestic treason plants the poniard within the breast that trusted to his truth