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.

To be perfectly just is an attribute of the divine nature; to be so to the utmost of our abilities, is the glory of man.

The moderns cannot reach their beauties, but can avoid their imperfections.

Troops of heroes undistinguished die.

There is nobody so weak of invention that cannot make some little stories to villify his enemy.

Man is the merriest species of the creation; all above or below him are serious.

Talking with a friend is nothing else but thinking aloud.