'Tis pleasant, sure, to see one's name in print. A book's a book, although there's nothing in 't.

The lapse of ages changes all things - time, language, the earth, the bounds of the sea, the stars of the sky, and every thing about, around, and underneath man, except man himself.

Critics are already made.

I cannot describe to you the despairing sensation of trying to do something for a man who seems incapable or unwilling to do anything further for himself.

Alas! how deeply painful is all payment!

O Gold! I still prefer thee unto paper, which makes bank credit like a bark of vapour.

Fools are my theme, let satire be my song.