Whenever you preach, be sure that you lift the Saviour high and lay the sinner low.
Born to myself, I like myself alone.
Nothing suits worse with vice than want of sense
Late children are early orphans.
I wish to be moved. I cannot feel in life. I must have others do it for me in theater.
'Tis dangerous to think - For who by thinking tempts his jealous Fate, Is straight arraign'd as Traytor to the State, And none that come within the Verge of Sense, Have to Preferment now the least Pretence. . . .