On life's vast ocean diversely we sail. Reasons the card, but passion the gale.

What's fame? a fancy'd life in other's breath. A thing beyond us, even before our death.

The enormous faith of many made for one.

There is no study that is not capable of delighting us after a little application to it.

To wake the soul by tender strokes of art, To raise the genius, and to mend the heart

He best can paint them who shall feel them most.

There is but one way I know of conversing safely with all men; that is, not by concealing what we say or do, but by saying or doing nothing that deserves to be concealed.