There is nothing in this world constant, but inconstancy.

The affectation of some late authors to introduce and multiply cant words is the most ruinous corruption in any language.

I never wonder to see men wicked, but I often wonder to see them not ashamed.

I cannot imagine why we should be at the expense to furnish wit for succeeding ages, when the former have made no sort of provision for ours.

The stoical scheme of supplying our wants by lopping off our desires, is like cutting off our feet when we want shoes.

When any one person or body of men seize into their hands the power in the last resort, there is properly no longer a government, but what Aristotle and his followers call the abuse and corruption of one.

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