A man of business may talk of philosophy; a man who has none may practice it.

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.

Then, at the last and only couplet fraught With some unmeaning thing they call a thought, A needless Alexandrine ends the song, That, like a wounded snake, drags its slow length along.

Satire's my weapon, but I'm too discreet To run amuck, and tilt at all I meet.

Some people are commended for a giddy kind of good-humor, which is as much a virtue as drunkenness.

Curse on all laws but those which love has made.

True ease in writing comes from art, not chance, As those move easiest who have learned to dance.