The mind doth shape itself to its own wants, and can bear all things.

Half-uttered praise is to the curious mind, as to the eye half-veiled beauty is, more precious than the whole.

Pride is a fault that great men blush not to own: it is the ennobled offspring of self-love; though, it must be confessed, grave and pompous vanity, Iike a fat plebeian in a rove of office, does very often assume its name.

He that will not give some portion of his ease, his blood, his wealth, for other's good, is a poor, frozen churl.

It is so seldom that a young fellow has any inclination for the company of an old man. . .

Pampered vanity is a better thing perhaps than starved pride.

My day is closed! the gloom of night is come! a hopeless darkness settles over my fate.