Man alone is born crying, lives complaining, and dies disappointed.

Virtue is too often merely local.

Disappointment, when it involves neither shame nor loss, is as good as success; for it supplies as many images to the mind, and as many topics to the tongue.

The noblest prospect which a Scotchman ever sees is the high road that leads him to England.

Nay, Madam, when you are declaiming, declaim; and when you are calculating, calculate.

Promise, large promise, is the soul of an advertisement.

Whoever rises above those who once pleased themselves with equality, will have many malevolent gazers at his eminence.