The power of fortune is confessed only by the miserable, for the happy impute all their success to prudence or merit.

Some dire misfortune to portend, no enemy can match a friend.

No man was ever so completely skilled in the conduct of life, as not to receive new information from age and experience.

Fools are apt to imitate only the defects of their betters.

There are certain common privileges of a writer, the benefit whereof, I hope, there will be no reason to doubt; particularly, that where I am not understood, it shall be concluded, that something very useful and profound is couched underneath; and again, that whatever word or sentence is printed in a different character, shall be judged to contain something extraordinary either or wit of sublime.

'Tis happy for him that his Father was born before him.

Ever eating, never cloying, All-devouring, all-destroying Never finding full repast, Till I eat the world at last.