A wit with dunces, and a dunce with wits.

Good God! how often are we to die before we go quite off this stage? In every friend we lose a part of ourselves, and the best part.

Fools rush in where angels fear to tread.

I begin where most people end, with a full conviction of the emptiness of all sorts of ambition, and the unsatisfactory nature of all human pleasures.

Chaos of thought and passion, all confused; Still by himself abused or disabused; Created half to rise, and half to fall; Great lord of all things, yet a prey to all; Sole judge of truth, in endless error hurled,- The glory, jest, and riddle of the world.

A good-natured man has the whole world to be happy out of.

Consult the genius of the place, that paints as you plant, and as you work.