Troubles forereckoned are doubly suffered.

The life even of a just man is a round of petty frauds; that of a knave a series of greater. We degrade life by our follies and vices, and then complain that the unhappiness which is only their accompaniment is inherent in the constitution of things.

There is probably no hell for authors in the next world - they suffer so much from critics and publishers in this.

Even when we fancy we have grown wiser, it is only, it may be, that new prejudices have displaced old ones.

When all else is lost, the future still remains.

Justice, not the majority, should rule.

Tranquil pleasures last the longest; we are not fitted to bear the burden of great joys.