Since trifles make the sum of human things, And half our misery from our foibles springs.

If we commit any crime, or do any good here, it must be in thought; for our words are few and our deeds none at all.

A slowness to applaud betrays a cold temper or an envious spirit.

we live in an age which must be amused, though genius, feeling, trust, and principle be the sacrifice.

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

What ascends up in prayer descends to us again in blessings. It is like the rain which just now fell, and which had been drawn up from the ground in vapors to the clouds before it descended from them to the earth in that refreshing shower.

Imagination frames events unknown, In wild, fantastic shapes of hideous ruin, And what it fears creates.