Copiousness of words, however ranged, is always false eloquence, though it will ever impose on some sort of understandings.

Miserable is the fate of writers: if they are agreeable, they are offensive; and if dull, they starve.

One can never outlive one's vanity.

It is the common error of builders and parents to follow some plan they think beautiful (and perhaps is so) without considering that nothing is beautiful that is misplaced.

Nature is seldom in the wrong, custom always.

But the fruit that can fall without shaking Indeed is too mellow for me.

A face is too slight a foundation for happiness.