A babe is fed with milk and praise.

Since all the maids are good and lovable, from whence come the bad wives?

So near are the boundaries of panegyric and invective, that a worn-out sinner is sometimes found to make the best declaimer against sin. The same high-seasoned descriptions which in his unregenerate state served to inflame his appetites, in his new province of a moralist will serve him (a little turned) to expose the enormity of those appetites in other men.

We encourage one another in mediocrity.

For thy sake, tobacco, I would do anything but die.

The vices of some men are magnificent.

Cultivate simplicity, Coleridge.