People talk as if the act of death made a complete change in the nature, as well as in the condition of man. Death is the vehicle to another state of being, but possesses no power to qualify us for that state. In conveying us to a new world it does not give us a new heart.

In men this blunder still you find; all think their little set mankind.

To be good and disagreeable is high treason against the royalty of virtue.

The abuse of terms has at all times been an evil.

Oh! the joy Of young ideas painted on the mind, In the warm glowing colors fancy spreads On objects not yet known, when all is new, And all is lovely.

The world does not require so much to be informed as to be reminded.

There is scarcely any fault in another which offends us more than vanity, though perhaps there is none that really injures us so little.