I wish you would add an index rerum, that when the reader recollects any incident he may easily find it.

The charm of London is that you are never glad or sorry for ten minutes together; in the country you are one or the other for weeks.

Men have solicitude about fame; and the greater share they have of it, the more afraid they are of losing it.

Among the numerous stratagems by which pride endeavors to recommend folly to regard, there is scarcely one that meets with less success than affectation, or a perpetual disguise of the real character by fictitious appearances.

There is scarcely any writer who has not celebrated the happiness of rural privacy, and delighted himself and his reader with the melody of birds, the whisper of groves, and the murmur of rivulets.

Every man is prompted by the love of himself to imagine that he possesses some qualities superior, either in kind or degree, to those which he sees allotted to the rest of the world.

When there is no hope, there can be no endeavor.