And what is friendship but a name, A charm that lulls to sleep, A shade that follows wealth or fame, And leaves the wretch to weep?

Politeness is the result of good sense and good nature.

The bashful virgin's sidelong looks of love.

He makes a very handsome corpse and becomes his coffin prodigiously.

[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.

To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm, than all the gloss of art.

Nothing is so contemptible as that affectation of wisdom, which some display, by universal incredulity.