Our sight is the most perfect and most delightful of all our senses.

What pity is it That we can die, but once to serve our country.

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

I consider an human soul without education like marble in the quarry, which shows none of its inherent beauties till the skill of the polisher fetches out the colours, makes the surface shine, and discovers every ornamental cloud, spot and vein that runs through the body of it.

It is wonderful to see persons of sense passing away a dozen hours together in shuffling and dividing a pack of cards.

The fear of death often proves mortal, and sets people on methods to save their Lives, which infallibly destroy them.

It is impossible for us, who live in the latter ages of the world, to make observations in criticism, morality, or in any art or science, which have not been touched upon by others. We have little else left us but to represent the common sense of mankind in more strong, more beautiful, or more uncommon lights.