Law and equity are two things which God has joined, but which man has put asunder.

Strong as our passions are, they may be starved into submission, and conquered without being killed.

Posthumous charities are the very essence of selfishness when bequeathed by those who, even alive, would part with nothing.

All poets pretend to write for immortality, but the whole tribe have no objection to present pay, and present praise. Lord Burleigh is not the only statesman who has thought one hundred pounds too much for a song, though sung by Spenser; although Oliver Goldsmith is the only poet who ever considered himself to have been overpaid.

What would you do if you knew for sure that no one would ever find out?

The cynic who twitted Aristippus by observing that the philosopher who could dine on herbs might despise the company of a king, was well replied to by Aristippus, when he remarked that the philosopher who could enjoy the company or a king might also despise a dinner of herbs.

When all run by common consent into vice, none appear to do so.