True courage scorns to vent her prowess in a storm of words; and to the valiant action speaks alone.

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

The great Cham of literature. (Samuel Johnson)

False as the fowler's artful snare.

I think for my part one half of the nation is mad - and the other not very sound.

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.

There is not room to swing a cat.