The ill usage of every minute is a new record against us in heaven.

Those beings only are fit for solitude who are like nobody, and are liked by nobody.

Books afford the surest relief in the most melancholy moments.

Sloth is the torpidity of the mental faculties; the sluggard is a living insensible.

Though fancy may be the patient's complaint, necessity is often the doctor's.

The man whose bosom neither riches nor luxury nor grandeur can render happy may, with a book in his hand, forget all his torments under the friendly shade of every tree; and experience pleasures as infinite as they are varied, as pure as they are lasting, as lively as they are unfading, and as compatible with every public duty as they are contributory to private happiness.

Many have been ruined by their fortunes, and many have escaped ruin by the want of fortune. To obtain it the great have become little, and the little great.