One Can Never Outlive One's Vanity.

As I Approach A Second Childhood, I Endeavor To Enter Into The Pleasures Of It.

The Most Romantic Region Of Every Country Is That Where The Mountains Unite Themselves With The Plains Or Lowlands.

I Hate The Noise And Hurry Inseparable From Great Estates And Titles, And Look Upon Both As Blessings That Ought Only To Be Given To Fools, For 'tis Only To Them That They Are Blessings.

My Dear Smollett ... Disgraces His Talent By Writing Those Stupid Romances Called History.

I Regard Almost All Quarrels Of Princes On The Same Footing, And I See Nothing That Marks Man's Unreason So Positively As War. Indeed, What Folly To Kill One Another For Interests Often Imaginary, And Always For The Pleasure Of Persons Who Do Not Think Themselves Even Obliged To Those Who Sacrifice Themselves For Them!