Is beauty beautiful, or is it only our eyes that make it so?

Let us people who are so uncommonly clever and learned have a great tenderness and pity for the poor folks who are not endowed with the prodigious talents which we have.

Pray God, keep us simple.

So they pass away: friends, kindred, the dearest-loved, grown people, aged, infants. As we go on the down-hill journey, the mile-stones are grave-stones, and on each more and more names are written; unless haply you live beyond man's common age, when friends have dropped off, and, tottering, and feeble, and unpitied, you reach the terminus alone.

Choose a good disagreeable friend, if you be wise--a surly, steady, economical, rigid fellow.

The great quality of Dulness is to be unalterably contented with itself.

'Tis strange what a man may do, and a woman yet think him an angel.