From a poor man, poor in Time, I was suddenly lifted up into a vast revenue; I could see no end of my possessions; I wanted some steward, or judicious bailiff, to manage my estates in Time for me.
Nothing puzzles me more than the time and space; and yet nothing troubles me less.
Riches are chiefly good because they give us time.
I came home for ever!
I like you and your book, ingenious Hone! In whose capacious all-embracing leaves The very marrow of tradition 's shown; And all that history, much that fiction weaves.
When my sonnet was rejected, I exclaimed, 'Damn the age; I will write for Antiquity!
Damn the age; I will write for Antiquity!
He might have proved a useful adjunct, if not an ornament to society.
Man is a gaming animal. He must always be trying to get the better in something or other.
The man must have a rare recipe for melancholy, who can be dull in Fleet Street.
The measure of choosing well, is, whether a man likes and finds good in what he has chosen.
Thou in such a cloud dost bind us, That our worst foes cannot find us, And ill fortune, that would thwart us, Shoots at rovers, shooting at us; While each man, through thy height'ning steam, Does like a smoking Etna seem.
How sickness enlarges the dimensions of a man's self to himself.
A clear fire, a clean hearth, and the rigor of the game.
I love to lose myself in other men's minds.