Half the misery of human life might be extinguished if men would alleviate the general curse they lie under by mutual offices of compassion, benevolence, and humanity.

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

Nothing that isn't a real crime makes a man appear so contemptible and little in the eyes of the world as inconsistency.

A true critic ought to dwell upon excellencies rather than imperfections, to discover the concealed beauties of a writer, and communicate to the world such things as are worth their observation.

A misery is not to be measure from the nature of the evil but from the temper of the sufferer.

We are growing serious, and, let me tell you, that's the very next step to being dull.

When a man is made up wholly of the dove, without the least grain of the serpent in his composition, he becomes ridiculous in many circumstances of life, and very often discredits his best actions.