It is sure the hardest science to forget!

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

In lazy apathy let stoics boast, their virtue fix'd: 't is fix'd as in a frost; contracted all, retiring to the breast; but strength of mind is exercise, not rest.

If a man's character is to be abused there's nobody like a relative to do the business.

And empty heads console with empty sound.

I believe no one qualification is so likely to make a good writer, as the power of rejecting his own thoughts.

Thus let me live, unseen, unknown, Thus unlamented let me die, Steal from the world, and not a stone Tell where I lie.