“I hate mankind, for I think myself one of the best of them, and I know how bad I am.”
“I had done all that I could, and no Man is well pleased to have his all neglected, be it ever so little.”
“That we must all die, we always knew; I wish I had remembered it sooner.”
“I would rather see the portrait of a dog that I know, than all the allegorical paintings they can show me in the world.”
“It is all work, and my inducement to it is not love or desire of fame, but the want of money, which is the only motive to writing that I know of.”
“Whoever thinks of going to bed before twelve o'clock is a scoundrel.”