Tobias Smollett, fully Tobias George Smollett

Every shot has its commission, d'ye see? We must all die at one time, as the saying is.

The capital is become an overgrown monster; which like a dropsical head, will in time leave the body and extremities without nourishment and support.

False as the fowler's artful snare.

Thy fatal shafts unerring move, I bow before thine altar, Love!

Glory is the fair child of peril.

Thy spirit, Independence, let me share! Lord of the lion-heart and eagle-eye, Thy steps I follow with my bosom bare, nor heed the storm that howls along the sky.

He will be weighed again at the Great Day, his rigging refitted, and his timbers repaired, and with one broadside make his adversary strike in his turn.

Thy spirit, Independence, let me share, Lord of the lion-heart and eagle-eye. Thy steps I follow with my bosom bare, nor heed the storm that howls along the sky.

I was born in the northern part of this united kingdom, in the house of my grandfather; a gentleman of considerable fortune and influence, who had, on many occasions, signalised himself in behalf of his country; and was remarkable for his abilities in the law, which he exercised with great success, in the station of a judge, particularly against beggars, for whom he had a singular aversion.

To the valiant actions speak alone.

In a certain county of England, bounded on one side by the sea, and at the distance of one hundred miles from the metropolis, lived Gamaliel Pickle Esq; the father of that hero whose adventures we propose to record.

Who bravely dares must sometimes risk a fall.

Nature and wisdom are not, but should be, companions.

Writing is all a lottery -- I have been a loser by the works of the greatest men of the age.

Nature I'll court in her sequester'd haunts, by mountain, meadow, streamlet, grove, or cell; where the pois'd lark his evening ditty chants, and health, and peace, and contemplation dwell.

Not to the ensanguin'd field of death alone is valor limited: she sits serene in the deliberate council, sagely scans the source of action: weighs, prevents, provides, and scorns to count her glories, from the feats of brutal force alone.

Number three is always fortunate.

On Leven's banks, while free to rove, and tune the rural pipe to love, I envied not the happiest swain that ever trod the Arcadian plain. Pure stream! in whose transparent wave my youthful limbs I wont to lave; no torrents stain thy limpid source, no rocks impede thy dimpling course, that sweetly warbles o'er its bed, with white, round, polish'd pebbles spread.

One half the nation is mad - and the other half not very sound.

A man's opinion of danger varies at different times, in consequence of an irregular tide of animal spirits; and he is actuated by considerations which he dares not avow.

One wit, like a knuckle ham in soup, gives a zest and flavour to the dish, but more than one serves only to spoil the pottage.

A mere index hunter, who held the eel of science by the tail.

Opposition is the very spur of love.

And hearts resolved and hands prepared the blessings they enjoy to guard.

Ridiculous modes, invented by ignorance, and adopted by folly.