I am satisfied to trifle away my time, rather than let it stick by me.

Man never thinks himself happy, but when he enjoys those things which others want or desire.

Authors are partial to their wit, 'tis true, But are not critics to their judgment, too?

Monuments, like men, submit to fate.

Blessed is the man who expects nothing, for he shall never be disappointed was the ninth beatitude.

I believe no one qualification is so likely to make a good writer, as the power of rejecting his own thoughts.

All nature's diff'rence keeps all nature's peace.