Won't you come into the garden? I would like my roses to see you.

A man may surely be allowed to take a glass of wine by his own fireside.

You shall see them on a beautiful quarto page where a neat rivulet of text shall meander through a meadow of margin.

There's only one truth about war: people die.

A readiness to resent injuries is a virtue only in those who are slow to injure.

A practitioner in panegyric, or, to speak more plainly, a professor of the art of puffing.

There is nothing on earth so easy as to forget, if a person chooses to set about it. I'm sure I have as much forgot your poor, dear uncle, as if he had never existed; and I thought it my duty to do so.