A coxcomb is ugly all over with the effectation of a fine gentleman.

Yet it is necessary to hope, though hope should always be deluded, for hope itself is happiness, and its frustrations, however frequent, are yet less dreadful than its extinction.

To be flattered is grateful, even when we know that our praises are not believed by those who pronounce them; for they prove, at least, our power, and show that our favour is valued, since it is purchased by the meanness of falsehood.

It is generally agreed, that few men are made better by affluence or exaltation.

An author places himself uncalled before the tribunal of criticism and solicits fame at the hazard of disgrace.

A man seldom thinks with more earnestness of anything than he does of his dinner.

Come, let me know what it is that makes a Scotch man happy!