Madam, a circulating library in a town is as an evergreen tree of diabolical knowledge; it blossoms through the year. And depend on it that they who are so fond of handling the leaves, will long for the fruit at last.

A bumper of good liquor Will end a contest quicker Than justice, judge or vicar.

An unforgiving eye, and a damned disinheriting countenance!

If I reprehend anything in this world, it is the use of my oracular tongue, and a nice derangement of epitaphs!

A progeny of learning.

Never say more than is necessary.

Happiness is an exotic of celestial birth.