That we must all die, we always knew, I wish I had sooner remembred it.

Grief is a species of idleness.

In lapidary inscriptions a man is not upon oath.

All industry must be excited by hope.

I fancy mankind may come, in time, to write all aphoristically, except in narrative; grow weary of preparation, and connection, and illustration, and all those arts by which a big book is made.

The booksellers are generous liberal-minded men.

To hear complaints with patience, even when complaints are vain, is one of the duties of friendship.