There is nothing in which men more deceive themselves than in what they call zeal.

The ungrown glories of his beamy hair.

The talent of turning men into ridicule, and exposing to laughter those one converses with, is the qualification of little ungenerous tempers.

There is nothing in which men more deceive themselves than in what they call zeal.

Mirth is like a flash of lightning, that breaks through a gloom of clouds, and glitters for a moment; cheerfulness keeps up a kind of daylight in the mind, and fills it with a steady and perpetual serenity.

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

This not in mortals to command success, but we'll do more, Sempronius, we'll deserve it.