Credulity is the man's weakness, but the child's strength.

Oh, breathe not his name! let it sleep in the shade, Where cold and unhonour'd his relics are laid

The most mortifying infirmity in human nature, to feel in ourselves, or to contemplate in another, is perhaps cowardice.

A man may do very well with a very little knowledge, and scarce be found out in mixed company; everybody is so much more ready to produce his own, than to call for a display of your acquisitions.

Who first invented work, and bound the free And holiday-rejoicing spirit down . . . . To that dry drudgery at the desk's dead wood? . . . . Sabbathless Satan!

We are nothing; less than nothing, and dreams. We are only what might have been.

Philanthropy, like charity, must begin at home.