I love everything that's old, - old friends, old times, old manners, old books, old wine.

Hope is such a bait, it covers any hook.

You will always find that those are most apt to boast of national merit, who have little or not merit of their own to depend on . . .

Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began. Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And even his failings lean'd to Virtue's side.

Philosophy ... should not pretend to increase our present stock, but make us economists of what we are possessed of.

True genius walks along a line, and, perhaps, our greatest pleasure is in seeing it so often near falling, without being ever actually down.

Such dainties to them, their health it might hurt; It 's like sending them ruffles when wanting a shirt.