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

Were a man's sorrows and disquietudes summed up at the end of his life, it would generally be found that he had suffered more from the apprehension of such evils as never happened to him than from those evils which had really befallen him.

Troops of heroes undistinguished die.

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

The world is so full of ill-nature that I have lampoons sent me by people who cannot spell, and satires composed by those who scarce know how to write.

We are always doing something for posterity, but I would fain see posterity do something for us.

My heart leaps at the trumpet's voice.