In like manner, the disbelief of a Divine Providence renders a man uncapable of holding any public station; for, since kings avow themselves to be the deputies of Providence.

I have now lost my barrier between me and death; God grant I may live to be as well prepared for it, as I confidently believe her to have been! If the way to Heaven be through piety, truth, justice and charity, she is there.

A wise man will find us to be rogues by our faces.

Falsehood flies, and the truth comes limping after it.

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

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

Those dreams that on the silent night intrude, and with false flitting shapes our minds delude ... are mere productions of the brain. And fools consult interpreters in vain.