A toast, Jedediah, to love on my terms. Those are the only terms anybody ever knows - his own.
I ne'er could any luster seeIn eyes that would not look on me.
The silver ore of pure charity is an expensive article in the catalogue of a man's good qualities.
No scandal about Queen Elizabeth, I hope?
There are a set of malicious, prating, prudent gossips, both male and female, who murder characters to kill time; and will rob a young fellow of his good name before he has years to know the value of it.
I ne'er could any lustre see In eyes that would not look on me; I ne'er saw nectar on a lip But where my own did hope to sip.
Satires and lampoons on particular people circulate more by giving copies in confidence to the friends of the parties, than by printing them.
[London] is sentimental and tolerant. The attitude to foreigners is like the attitude to dogs: Dogs are neither human nor British, but so long as you keep them under control, give them their exercise, feed them, pat them, you will find their wild emotions are amusing, and their characters interesting.
I will repeat a technique until it is mastered, no matter when that will be. One certainty though: it will be.
Being a Christian is more like falling in love than understanding a series of ideas.
Sadly, I do my homework. I've a soft spot for the boring minutiae. I read the Charter of the United Nations before meeting with Kofi Annan. I read the Meltzer report, and then I'll read C. Fred Bergsten's defense of institutions like the World Bank and the I. M. F. It's embarrassing to admit.