I Look Upon Indolence As A Sort

There Are People Who Indulge Themselves In A Sort Of Lying, Which They Reckon Innocent, And Which In One Sense Is So; For It Hurtsnobody But Themselves. This Sort Of Lying Is The Spurious Offspring Of Vanity, Begotten Upon Folly.

A Novel Must Be Exceptionally Good To Live As Long As The Average Cat.

Next To Clothes Being Fine, They Should Be Well Made, And Worn Easily; For A Man Is Only The Less Genteel For A Fine Coat, If, In Wearing It, He Shows A Regard For It, And Is Not As Easy In It As If It Was A Plain One.

There Never Were, Since The Creation Of The World, Two Cases Exactly Parallel.

Do As You Would Be Done By, Is The Surest Method Of Pleasing.