That is the happiest conversation where there is no competition, no vanity, but a calm, quiet interchange of sentiments...

He that would travel for the entertainment of others should remember that the great object of remark is human life.

There seems to be a strange affectation in authors of appearing to have done everything by chance.

Genius now and then produces a lucky trifle. We still read the Dove of Anacreon, and Sparrow of Catullus; and a writer naturally pleases himself with a performance which owes nothing to the subject.

Words are but the signs of ideas.

It is strange that there should be so little reading in the world, and so much writing. People in general do not willingly read, if they can have any thing else to amuse them.

A man is in general better pleased when he has a good dinner upon his table, than when his wife talks Greek.