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

An evil intention perverts the best actions, and makes them sins.

A brother's sufferings claim a brother's pity.

That courage which arises from the sense of our duty, and from the fear of offending Him that made us, acts always in a uniform manner, and according to the dictates of right reason.

Friendships, in general, are suddenly contracted; and therefore it is no wonder they are easily dissolved.

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.

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.