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

Know then thyself, presume not God to scan; The proper study of mankind is man.

Judge not of actions by their mere effect; Dive to the center, and the cause detect. Great deeds from meanest springs may take their course, And smallest virtues from a mighty source.

Cursed be the verse, how well so e'er it flow, That tends to make one worthy man my foe.

Woman's at best a contradiction still.

For what I have publish'd, I can only hope to be pardon'd; but for what I have burned, I deserve to be prais'd.

Not always actions show the man; we find who does a kindness is not therefore kind.