Lo! The poor Indian, whose untutored mind sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind.

When I die, I should be ashamed to leave enough to build me a monument if there were a wanting friend above ground. I would enjoy the pleasure of what I give by giving it alive and seeing another enjoy it.

Astrologers that future fates foreshow.

Hope springs eternal.

Slave to no sect, who takes no private road, But looks through Nature up to Nature's God.

There are certain times when most people are in a disposition of being informed, and 'tis incredible what a vast good a little truth might do, spoken in such seasons.

That character in conversation which commonly passes for agreeable is made up of civility and falsehood.