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.

True ease in writing comes from art, not chance, As those move easiest who have learned to dance.

A God without dominion, providence, and final causes, is nothing else but fate and nature.

Who dare to love their country, and be poor.

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

Is it, in heav'n, a crime to love too well?

True self-love and social are the same.