Men are apt to offend ('tis true) where they find most goodness to forgive.

Music has charms to soothe a savage breast, to soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak. I've read that things inanimate have moved, and, as with living souls, have been inform'd, by magic numbers and persuasive sound.

A little scorn is alluring.

In my conscience I believe the baggage loves me, for she never speaks well of me herself, nor suffers any body else to rail at me.

O ay, letters - I had letters - I am persecuted with letters - I hate letters - nobody knows how to write letters; and yet one has 'em, one does not know why - they serve one to pin up one's hair.

To find a young fellow that is neither a wit in his own eye, nor a fool in the eye of the world, is a very hard task.

They come together like the Coroner's Inquest, to sit upon the murdered reputations of the week.