I have still the best comforts of life - books and friendships - and I trust never to lose my relish for either.

Buonaparte is certainly writing, or rather dictating, his memoirs. He walks backwards and forwards with his hands behind him, and dictates so fast that two or three of his suite are obliged to be in attendance, that the one may take down one-half of a sentence, and another the rest; they then literally compare notes, and put the disjointed legs and wings and heads of periods together. This is writing a book as he fought a battle.

I do not think very highly of Madame D'Arblay's books. The style is so strutting. She does so stalk about on Dr. Johnson's old stilts.

I detest so much ... those persons, who insist upon telling you everything - who labor every point, as the lawyers say, as if they thought all excellence consisted in length.

To think of playing cricket for hard cash! Money and gentility would ruin any pastime under the sun.

Fashion is a capricious deity.

... they know little of the passions who seek to argue with that most intractable of them all, the fear that is born of love.