I consider time as an in immense ocean, in which many noble authors are entirely swallowed up.

A true critic ought to dwell upon excellencies rather than imperfections, to discover the concealed beauties of a writer, and communicate to the world such things as are worth their observation.

The important question is not, what will yield to man a few scattered pleasures, but what will render his life happy on the whole amount.

From hence, let fierce contending nations know, what dire effects from civil discord flow.

Husband a lie, and trump it up in some extraordinary emergency.

There is nothing which one regards so much with an eye of mirth and pity as innocence when it has in it a dash of folly.

Our sight is the most perfect and most delightful of all our senses. It fills the mind with the largest variety of ideas, converses with its objects at the greatest distance, and continues the longest in action without being tired or satiated with its proper enjoyments.