As I approach a second childhood, I endeavor to enter into the pleasures of it.

Remember my unalterable maxim, "When we love, we always have something to say.

There can be no situation in life in which the conversation of my dear sister will not administer some comfort to me.

Begin nothing without considering what the end may be.

My dear Smollett ... disgraces his talent by writing those stupid romances called history.

I have never had any great esteem for the generality of the fair sex, and my only consolation for being of that gender has been the assurance it gave me of never being married to any one among them.

Solitude begets whimsies.