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

Neither is it safe to count upon the weakness of any man's understanding, who is thoroughly possessed of the spirit of revenge to sharpen his invention.

We have enough religion to make us hate, but not enough to make us love one another.

Strange an astrologer should die, without one wonder in the sky.

It is the folly of too many to mistake the echo of a London coffee-house for the voice of the kingdom.

When we desire or solicit anything, our minds run wholly on the good side or circumstances of it; when it is obtained, our minds run wholly on the bad ones.

Would a writer know how to behave himself with relation td posterity? Let him consider in old books what he finds that he is glad to know, and what omissions he most laments.