My dear Smollett ... disgraces his talent by writing those stupid romances called history.
You can be pleased with nothing if you are not pleased with yourself.
There is nothing can pay one for that invaluable ignorance which is the companion of youth, those sanguine groundless hopes, and that lively vanity which makes all the happiness of life.
True knowledge consists in knowing things, not words.
... if it were the fashion to go naked, the face would be hardly observed.
It's all been very interesting.