It seems with wit and good-nature, Utrum horum mavis accipe. Taste and good-nature are universally connected.

Every good poet includes a critic, but the reverse is not true.

The works of a person that begin immediately to decay, while those of him who plants begin directly to improve. In this, planting promises a more lasting pleasure than building; which, were it to remain in equal perfection, would at best begin to moulder and want repairs in imagination. Now trees have a circumstance that suits our taste, and that is annual variety.

A large retinue upon a small income, like a large cascade upon a small stream, tends to discover its tenuity.

A court of heraldry sprung up to supply the place of crusade exploits, to grant imaginary shields and trophies to families that never wore real armor, and it is but of late that it has been discovered to have no real jurisdiction.

The making presents to a lady one addresses is like throwing armor into an enemy's camp, with a resolution to recover it.

I trimmed my lamp, consumed the midnight oil.