Our actions must clothe us with an immortality loathsome or glorious.

If Satan ever laughs, it must be at hypocrites; they are the greatest dupes he has.

Some read to think, these are rare; some to write, these are common; and some read to talk, and these form the great majority.

We must suit the flattery to the mind and taste of the recipient. We do not put essences into hogsheads, nor porter into phials. Delicate minds may be disgusted by compliments that would please a grosser intellect; as some fine ladies who would be shocked at the idea of a dram will not refuse a liqueur.

As no roads are so rough as those that have just been mended, so no sinners are so intolerant as those that have just turned saints.

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

Avarice has ruined more souls than extravagance.