The true art of memory is the art of attention.

Let us be quick to repent of injuries while repentance may not be a barren anguish.

There are, indeed, few kinds of composition from which an author, however learned or ingenious, can hope a long continuance of fame.

Life is a pill which none of us can bear to swallow without gilding.

There are few minds to which tyranny is not delightful.

The hapless wit has his labors always to begin, the call for novelty is never satisfied, and one jest only raises expectation of another.

Oats. A grain, which in England is generally given to horses, but in Scotland supports the people.