Patience lightens the burthen we cannot avert.

If you are only an underling, don't dress too fine.

Scribblers are a self-conceited and self-worshipping race.

The mob will now and then see things in a right light.

The envious man grows lean at the success of his neighbor.

I court not the votes of the fickle mob.

Let this be your wall of brass, to have nothing on your conscience, no guilt to make you turn pale.