So perish all who do the like again.

There never was any party, faction, sect, or cabal whatsoever, in which the most ignorant were not the most violent; for a bee is not a busier animal than a blockhead.

The vanity of human life is like a river, constantly passing away, and yet constantly coming on.

Pride, where wit fails, steps in to our defence, and fills up all the mighty void of sense.

We ought, in humanity, no more to despise a man for the misfortunes of the mind than for those of the body, when they are such as he cannot help; were this thoroughly considered we should no more laugh at a man for having his brains cracked than for having his head broke.

Good God! how often are we to die before we go quite off this stage? In every friend we lose a part of ourselves, and the best part.

All Nature is but art, unknown to thee All chance, direction, which thou canst not see; All discord, harmony not understood; All partial evil, universal good.