In England we see people lulled sleep with solid and elaborate discourses of piety, who would be warmed and transported out of themselves by the bellowings and distortions of enthusiasm.

Riches expose a man to pride and luxury, and a foolish elation of heart.

Three grand essentials to happiness in this life are something to do, something to love, and something to hope for.

A solid and substantial greatness of soul looks down with neglect on the censures and applauses of the multitude.

When I behold a fashionable table set out in all its magnificence, I fancy that I see gouts and dropsies, fevers and lethargies, with other innumerable distempers lying in ambuscade among the dishes. Nature delights in the most plain and simple diet. Every animal but man keeps to one dish. Herbs are the food of this species, fish of that, and flesh of a third. Man falls upon everything that comes in his way; not the smallest fruit or excrescence of the earth, scarce a berry or a mushroom can escape him.

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

It is the privilege of posterity to set matters right between those antagonists who, by their rivalry for greatness, divided a whole age.