Human foresight often leaves its proudest possessor only a choice of evils.

It has been well observed that we should treat futurity as an aged friend from whom we expect a rich legacy.

There are three difficulties in authorship;-to write any thing worth the publishing-to find honest men to publish it -and to get sensible men to read it. Literature has now become a game; in which the Booksellers are the Kings; The Critics the Knaves; the Public, the Pack; and the poor Author, the mere table, or the Thing played upon.

That profound firmness which enabler a man to regard difficulties but as evils to be surmounted, no matter what shape they may assume.

Error, when she retraces her steps, has farther to go before she can arrive at truth than ignorance.

He that swells in prosperity will be sure to shrink in adversity.

In cases of doubtful morality, it is usual to say is there any harm in doing this? This question may sometimes be best answered by asking ourselves another; is there any harm in letting it alone?