In the loss of an object we do not proportion our grief to the real value it bears, but to the value our fancies set upon it.
Nothing makes men sharper than want.
A great large book is a great evil.
Others proclaim the infirmities of a great man with satisfaction and complacence, if they discover none of the like in themselves.
Let freedom never perish in your hands.
When all thy mercies, O my God, My rising soul surveys, Transported with the view I'm lost, in wonder, love and praise.