All of heaven we have below.
An honest man, that is not quite sober, has nothing to fear.
The world is so full of ill-nature that I have lampoons sent me by people who cannot spell, and satires composed by those who scarce know how to write.
There is nothing more requisite in business than despatch.
What I spent I lost; what I possessed is left to others; what I gave away remains with me.
Their is no defense against criticism except obscurity.