Thou wert my guide, philosopher, and friend.

I find myself hoping a total end of all the unhappy divisions of mankind by party-spirit, which at best is but the madness of many for the gain of a few.

The dull flat falsehood serves for policy, and in the cunning, truth's itself a lie.

All looks yellow to the jaundiced eye. [and therefore the solution is to fix the jaundiced eye.]

A youth of frolic, an old age of cards.

Pride, where wit fails, steps in to our defence, and fills up all the mighty void of sense.

Lo, what huge heaps of littleness around!