You eat, in dreams, the custard of the day.

Conceit is to nature what paint is to beauty; it is not only needless, but it impairs what it would improve.

The finest minds, like the finest metals, dissolve the easiest.

Authors are partial to their wit, 'tis true, But are not critics to their judgment, too?

A family is but too often a commonwealth of malignants.

The most positive men are the most credulous, since they most believe themselves, and advise most with their falsest flatterer and worst enemy--their own self-love.

Hope travels through, nor quits us when we die.