In a Man's Letters you know, Madam, his soul lies naked, his letters are only the mirrour of his breast.
Samuel JohnsonYou may abuse a tragedy, though you cannot write one. You may scold a carpenter who has made you a bad table, though you cannot make a table. It is not your trade to make tables.
Samuel JohnsonSome desire is necessary to keep life in motion, and he whose real wants are supplied must admit those of fancy.
Samuel JohnsonThe happiest conversation is that of which nothing is distinctly remembered, but a general effect of pleasing impression.
Samuel Johnson