We die of too much life.

At banquets surfeit not, but fill; partake, and retire; and eat not again till you crave.

No town-bred dandy will compare with a country-bred one- I mean a downright bumpkin dandy- a fellow that, in the dog-days of summer, will mow his two acres in buckskin gloves for fear of tanning his hands.

The man's (a heathen south sea islander) a human being, just as I am; he has just as much reason to fear me, as I have to be afraid of him. Better sleep with a sober cannibal than a drunken Christian.

Amity itself can only be maintained by reciprocal respect, and true friends are punctilious equals.

In our own hearts, we mold the whole world's hereafters; and in our own hearts we fashion our own gods.

The poor man wants many things; the covetous man, all.