Who bravely dares must sometimes risk a fall.

The bread I eat in London, is a deleterious paste, mixed up with chalk, alum, and bone ashes: insipid to the taste, and destructive to the constitution.

I find that the old Roman baths of this quarter, were found covered by an old burying ground, belonging to the Abbey; through which, in all probability, the water drains in its passage; so that as we drink the decoction of the living bodies at the Pump-room, we swallow the strainings of rotten bones and carcasses at the private bath - I vow to God, the very idea turns my stomach!

A mere index hunter, who held the eel of science by the tail.

Ridiculous modes, invented by ignorance, and adopted by folly.

Nature and wisdom are not, but should be, companions.

The great Cham of literature. (Samuel Johnson)