How is it that hope so powerfully excites, and fear so absolutely depresses all our faculties?

Habit is, to weak minds, a species of moral predestination, from which they have no power to escape.

We perfectly agreed in our ideas of traveling; we hurried from place to place as fast as horses and wheels, and curses and guineas, could carry us.

An orator is the worse person to tell a plain fact.

Nature's hasty conscience.

How is it that hope so powerfully excites, and fear so absolutely depresses all our faculties?

[On collectors of quotations:] How far our literature may in future suffer from these blighting swarms, will best be conceived by a glance at what they have already withered and blasted of the favourite productions of our most popular poets.