But in all despotic governments, though a particular prince may favour arts and letter, there is a natural degeneracy of mankind.

Who rant by note, and through the gamut rage; in songs and airs express their martial fire; combat in trills, and in a fugue expire.

Why will any man be so impertinently officious as to tell me all prospect of a future state is only fancy and delusion? Is there any merit in being the messenger of ill news. If it is a dream, let me enjoy it, since it makes me both the happier and better man.

It is odd to consider the connection between despotism and barbarity, and how the making one person more than man makes the rest less.

The woman that deliberates is lost.

They were a people so primitive they did not know how to get money, except by working for it.

There is not a more pleasing exercise of the mind than gratitude. It is accompanied with such an inward satisfaction that the duty is sufficiently rewarded by the performance