As the twig is bent, so grows the tree.

Truth shines the brighter, clad in verse.

All are but parts of one stupendous whole, Whose body Nature is, and God the soul.

Simplicity is the mean between ostentation and rusticity.

When I die, I should be ashamed to leave enough to build me a monument if there were a wanting friend above ground. I would enjoy the pleasure of what I give by giving it alive and seeing another enjoy it.

A perfect judge will read each word of wit with the same spirit that its author writ.

The bookful blockhead ignorantly read, With loads of learned lumber in his head, With his own tongue still edifies his ears, And always list'ning to himself appears. All books he reads, and all he reads assails.