Laurence Sterne

It had ever, as I told the reader, been one of the singular blessings of my life, to be almost every hour of it miserably in love with some one....

I am this month one whole year older than I was this time twelve-month; and having got, as you perceive, almost into the middle of my fourth volume__nd no farther than to my first day's life_'tis demonstrative that I have three hundred and sixty-four days more life to write just now, than when I first set out; so that instead of advancing, as a common writer, in my work with what I have been doing at it__n the contrary, I am just thrown so many volumes back_

Trust that man in nothing who has not a conscience in everything.

I begin with writing the first sentence__nd trusting to Almighty God for the second.

__ won't go about to argue the point with you,_'tis so,__nd I am persuaded of it, madam, as much as can be, "That both man and woman bear pain or sorrow, (and, for aught I know, pleasure too) best in a horizontal position.

__ll I can say of the matter, is__hat he has either a pumkin for his head__r a pippin for his heart,__nd whenever he is dissected 'twill be found so.

We don't love people so much for the good they have done us, as for the good we have done them

What a large volume of adventures may be grasped within the span of his little life by him who interests his heart in everything.

Men tire themselves in pursuit of rest.

I take a simple view of life. It is keep your eyes open and get on with it.

Of all duties, prayer certainly is the sweetest and most easy.

The desire of knowledge, like the thirst of riches, increases ever with the acquisition of it.

In solitude the mind gains strength and learns to lean upon itself.

Only the brave know how to forgive it is the most refined and generous pitch of virtue human nature can arrive at.

Only the brave know how to forgive... a coward never forgave it is not in his nature.

Respect for ourselves guides our morals, respect for others guides our manners.

Keyholes are the occasions of more sin and wickedness, than all other holes in this world put together.

Crack, crack__rack, crack__rack, crack__o this is Paris! quoth I (continuing in the same mood)__nd this is Paris!__umph!__aris! cried I, repeating the name the third time_ The first, the finest, the most brilliant_ __he streets however are nasty; But it looks, I suppose, better than it smells__rack, crack__rack, crack_