Fine words! I wonder where you stole them.

I never knew any man cured of inattention.

I used to wonder how a man of birth and spirit could endure to be wholly insignificant and obscure in a foreign country, when he might live with lustre in his own.

The most ignorant person, at a reasonable charge, and with a little bodily labour, might write books in philosophy, poetry, politics, laws, mathematics, and theology, without the least assistance from genius or study.

I love good creditable acquaintance; I love to be the worst of the company.

This made me reflect, how vain an attempt it is for a man to endeavor to do himself honor among those who are out of all degree of equality or comparison with him.

Religion seems to have grown an infant with age, and requires miracles to nurse it, as it had in its infancy.