Nothing odd will do long. Tristram Shandy did not last.

Whoever thinks of going to bed before twelve o'clock is a scoundrel.

No wonder, Sir, that he is vain; a man who is perpetually flattered in every mode that can be conceived. So many bellows have blown the fire, that one wonders he is not by this time become a cinder.

The world is seldom what it seems; to man, who dimly sees, realities appear as dreams, and dreams realities.

Cunning differs from wisdom as twilight from open day.

We owe to memory not only the increase of our knowledge, and our progress in rational inquiries, but many other intellectual pleasures

There is nothing more dreadful to an author than neglect; compared with which reproach, hatred, and opposition are names of happiness; yet this worst, this meanest fate, every one who dares to write has reason to fear.