I have known some men possessed of good qualities which were very serviceable to others, but useless to themselves; like a sun-dial on the front of a house, to inform the neighbours and passengers, but not the owner within.

So endless and exorbitant are the desires of men that they will grasp at all, and can form no scheme of perfect happiness with less.

The preaching of divines helps to preserve well-inclined men in the course of virtue, but seldom or ever reclaims the vicious.

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

It is in men as in soils where sometimes there is a vein of gold which the owner knows not.

If Heaven had looked upon riches to be a valuable thing, it would not have given them to such a scoundrel.

Fine words! I wonder where you stole them.