No man hates him at whom he can laugh.

Every other author may aspire to praise; the lexicographer can only hope to escape reproach.

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

We love to expect, and when expectation is either disappointed or gratified, we want to be again expecting.

Those who attain any excellence, commonly spend life in one pursuit; for excellence is not often gained upon easier terms.

No place affords a more striking conviction of the vanity of human hopes than a public library.

The number of such as live without the ardour of inquiry is very small, though many content themselves with cheap amusements, and waste their lives in researches of no importance.