The jealous man's disease is of so malignant a nature, that it converts all it takes into its own nourishment.

There is nothing that more betrays a base ungenerous spirit than the giving of secret stabs to a man's reputation. Lampoons and satires that are written with wit and spirit are like poisoned darts, which not only inflict a wound, but make it incurable.

Without constancy there is neither love, friendship, nor virtue in the world.

It is pleasant to see a notorious profligate seized with a concern for religion, and converting his spleen into zeal.

A contemplation of God's works, a generous concern for the good of mankind, and the unfeigned exercise of humility only, denominate men great and glorious.

It generally takes its rise either from an ill-will to mankind, a private inclination to make ourselves esteemed, an ostentation of wit, and vanity of being thought in the secrets of the world; or from a desire of gratifying any of these dispositions of mind in those persons with whom we converse.

The jealous man's disease is of so malignant a nature, that it converts all it takes into its own nourishment.