Great wits, like great beauties, look upon mere esteem as a flat insipid thing; nothing less than admiration will content them.

We see how much a man has, and therefore we envy him; did we see how little he enjoys, we should rather pity him.

Be not ashamed to confess that you have been in the wrong. It is but owning that you now have more sense than you had before, to see your error; more humility to acknowledge it; more grace to correct it.

For we seldom admire the wit, when we dislike the man.

Great wits, like great beauties, look upon mere esteem as a flat insipid thing; nothing less than admiration will content them.

Finite mind cannot comprehend infinity.

It must descend, as the dew, upon the tender herb, or like melting flakes of snow; the softer it falls, the longer it dwells upon, and the deeper it sinks into the mind.