The size of a man's understanding might always be justly measured by his mirth.

In a Man's Letters you know, Madam, his soul lies naked, his letters are only the mirrour of his breast.

All wonder is the effect of novelty on ignorance.

The faults of a man loved or honoured sometimes steal secretly and imperceptibly upon the wise and virtuous, but by injudicious fondness or thoughtless vanity are adopted with design.

Indolence is the devil's cushion.

I had rather see the portrait of a dog that I know, than all the allegorical paintings they can show me in the world.

No degree of knowledge attainable by man is able to set him above the want of hourly assistance, or to extinguish the desire of fond endearments and tender officiousness; and, therefore, no one should think it unnecessary to learn those arts by which friendship may be gained.