The corpse of friendship is not worth embalming.
Our energy is in proportion to the resistance it meets.
I do not think there is anything deserving the name of society to be found out of London.
The vain man makes a merit of misfortune, and triumphs in his disgrace.
We do not like our friends the worse because they sometimes give us an opportunity to rail at them heartily. Their faults reconcile us to their virtues.
The soul of a journey is liberty, perfect liberty, to think, feel, do just as one pleases.