Every day confirms my opinion on the superiority of a vicious life, and if Virtue is not its own reward, I don't know any other stipend annexed to it.

It is very iniquitous to make me pay my debts - you have no idea of the pain it gives one.

Oh who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried.

If I could always read, I should never feel the want of company.

Folly loves the martyrdom of fame.

Oh, Christ! it is a goodly sight to see What Heaven hath done for this delicious land!

Think not I am what I appear.