When a poet mentions the spring, we know that the zephyrs are about to whisper, that the groves are to recover their verdure, the linnets to warble forth their notes of love, and the flocks and herds to frisk over vales painted with flowers: yet, who is there so insensible of the beauties of nature, so little delighted with the renovation of the world, as not to feel his heart bound at the mention of the spring?

Every man thinks meanly of himself for not having been a soldier, or not having been at sea.

Probably no one will ever know whether it is better to wear a nightcap or not.

Every man has something to do which he neglects, every man has faults to conquer which he delays to combat.

Sir, as a man advances in life, he gets what is better than admiration, - judgement, to estimate things at their true value.

Much may be made of a Scotchman, if he be caught young.

If, sir, men were all virtuous, I should with great alacrity teach them all to fly. But what would be the security of the good if the bad could at pleasure invade them from the sky? Against an army sailing through the clouds neither wall, nor mountains, nor seas could afford any security.