I describe not men, but manners; not an individual, but a species.
When I'm not thanked at all, I'm thanked enough.
What's vice today may be virtue, tomorrow.
Worth begets in base minds, envy; in great souls, emulation.
Success is a fruit of slow growth.
For I hope my Friends will pardon me, when I declare, I know none of them without a Fault; and I should be sorry if I could imagine, I had any Friend who could not see mine. Forgiveness, of this Kind, we give and demand in Turn.