Sorrow is knowledge, those that know the most must mourn the deepest, the tree of knowledge is not the tree of life.

A man of eighty has outlived probably three new schools of painting, two of architecture and poetry and a hundred in dress.

Bologna is celebrated for producing popes, painters, and sausage.

Switzerland is a curst, selfish, swinish country of brutes, placed in the most romantic region of the world.

And angling too, that solitary vice, What Izaak Walton sings or says: The quaint, old, cruel coxcomb, in his gullet Should have a hook, and a small trout to pull it.

Nothing so fretful, so despicable as a Scribbler, see what I am, and what a parcel of Scoundrels I have brought about my ears, and what language I have been obliged to treat them with to deal with them in their own way; - all this comes of Authorship.

I am the very slave of circumstance And impulse -- borne away with every breath!