The happiness of London is not to be conceived but by those who have been in it.

When a poet mentions the spring, we know that the zephyrs are about to whisper, that the groves are to recover their verdure, the linnets to warble forth their notes of love, and the flocks and herds to frisk over vales painted with flowers: yet, who is there so insensible of the beauties of nature, so little delighted with the renovation of the world, as not to feel his heart bound at the mention of the spring?

To tell of disappointment and misery, to thicken the darkness of futurity, and perplex the labyrinth of uncertainty, has been always a delicious employment of the poets

The stream of Time, which is continually washing the dissoluble fabrics of other poets, passes without injury by the adamant of Shakespeare.

Whatever is proposed, it is much easier to find reasons for rejecting than embracing.

Our senses, our appetite, and our passions are our lawful and faithful guides in things that relate solely to this life.

You cannot, by all the lecturing in the world, enable a man to make a shoe.