No man writes a book without meaning something, though he may not have the faculty of writing consequentially and expressing his meaning.

A man with great talents, but void of discretion, is like Polyphemus in the fable, strong and blind, endued with an irresistible force, which for want of sight is of no use to him.

The passion for praise, which is so very vehement in the fair sex, produces excellent effects in women of sense, who desire to be admired for that which only deserves admiration.

Faith is kept alive in us, and gathers strength, more from practice than from speculations.

T is the Divinity that stirs within us.

Hudibras has defined nonsense, as Cowley does wit, by negatives. Nonsense, he says, is that which is neither true nor false. These two great properties of nonsense, which are always essential to it, give it such a peculiar advantage over all other writings, that it is incapable of being either answered or contradicted.

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