When a man is made a spiritual peer he loses his surname; when a temporal, his Christian name.

This single Stick, which you now behold ingloriously lying in that neglected Corner, I once knew in a flourishing State in a Forest: It was full of Sap, full of Leaves, and full of Boughs: But now, in vain does the busy Art of Man pretend to vie with Nature, by tying that withered Bundle of Twigs to its sapless Trunk: It is at best but the Reverse of what it was; a Tree turned upside down, the Branches on the Earth, and the Root in the Air.

Undoubtedly, philosophers are in the right when they tell us that nothing is great or little otherwise than by comparison.

If a man will observe as he walks the streets, I believe he will find the merriest countenances in mourning coaches.

We are so fond on one another because our ailments are the same.

Every dog must have his day.

Nothing is so hard for those who abound in riches as to conceive how others can be in want.