The English Laws Punish Vice; The Chinese

Nobody With Me At Sea But Myself.

To Me More Dear, Congenial To My Heart, One Native Charm, Than All The Gloss Of Art.

If The Soul Be Happily Disposed, Every Thing Becomes Capable Of Affording Entertainment, And Distress Will Almost Want A Name.

I Hate The French Because They Are All Slaves And Wear Wooden Shoes.

Aspiring Beggary Is Wretchedness Itself.