When female minds are embittered by age or solitude, their malignity is generally exerted in a rigorous and spiteful superintendence of domestic trifles.

To strive with difficulties, and to conquer them, is the highest human felicity.

Sir, they are a race of convicts, and ought to be thankful for any thing we allow them short of hanging.

All argument is against it; but all belief is for it.

More knowledge may be gained of a man's real character by a short conversation with one of his servants than from a formal and studied narrative, begun with his pedigree and ended with his funeral.

Nay, Sir, those who write in them, write well, in order to be paid well.

No man will be a sailor who has contrivance enough to get himself into a jail; for being in a ship is being in a jail, with the chance of being drowned... a man in a jail has more room, better food, and commonly better company.