Get your enemy to read your works in order to mend them, for your friend is so much your second self that he will judge too like you.

Whenever I find a great deal of gratitude in a poor man, I take it for granted there would be as much generosity if he were a rich man.

Nothing can be more shocking and horrid than one of our kitchens sprinkled with blood, and abounding with the cries of expiring victims or with the limbs of dead animals scattered or hung up here and there.

Aurora now, fair daughter of the dawn, Sprinkled with rosy light the dewy lawn.

Blest paper-credit! last and best supply! That lends corruption lighter wings to fly!

The lot of man - to suffer and to die.

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