There is but one way I know of conversing safely with all men; that is, not by concealing what we say or do, but by saying or doing nothing that deserves to be concealed.

Beauties in vain their pretty eyes may roll; charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul.

Hope springs eternal in the human breast: Man never is, but always To be Blest.

Why did I write? What sin to me unknown dipped me in ink, my parents , or my own?

False happiness is like false money; it passes for a time as well as the true, and serves some ordinary occasions; but when it is brought to the touch, we find the lightness and alloy, and feel the loss.

Find, if you can, in what you cannot change. Manners with fortunes, humours turn with climes, Tenets with books, and principles with times.

Happy the man whose wish and care a few paternal acres bound, content to breathe his native air in his own ground.