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

Men seldom think deeply on subjects in which they have no choice of opinion: they are fearful of encountering obstacles to their faith--as in religion--and so are content with the surface.

I leave my character behind me.

An unforgiving eye, and a damned disinheriting countenance!

That old man dies prematurely whose memory records no benefits conferred. They only have lived long who have lived virtuously.

Sheer necessity,-the proper parent of an art so nearly allied to invention.

A circulating library in a town is as an evergreen tree of diabolical knowledge.