The most positive men are the most credulous.
He who serves his brother best gets nearer God than all the rest.
Blest paper-credit! last and best supply! That lends corruption lighter wings to fly!
An excuse is worse and more terrible than a lie; for an excuse is a lie guarded.
Never elated when someone's oppressed, never dejected when another one's blessed.
What woeful stuff this madrigal would be, In some starved hackney sonneteer, or me! But let a lord once own the happy lines, How the wit brightens! how the style refines!