All his faults are such that one loves him still the better for them.

[T]here are depths of thousands of miles which are hidden from our inquiry. The only tidings we have from those unfathomable regions are by means of volcanoes, those burning mountains that seem to discharge their materials from the lowest abysses of the earth.

Those who place their affections at first on trifles for amusement, will find these trifles become at last their most serious concerns.

Error is ever talkative.

The first blow is half the battle.

Here lies David Garrick, describe me who can, An abridgment of all that was pleasant in man.

A silent address is the genuine eloquence of sincerity.