There is nobody so weak of invention that cannot make some little stories to villify his enemy.

I would have every zealous man examine his heart thoroughly, and I believe he will often find that what be calls a zeal for his religion is either pride, interest, or ill-repute.

There is nothing which one regards so much with an eye of mirth and pity as innocence when it has in it a dash of folly.

As Vivacity is the Gift of Women, Gravity is that of Men.

There is no passion that is not finely expressed in those parts of the inspired writings which are proper for divine songs and anthems.

Nothing lies on our hands with such uneasiness as time. Wretched and thoughtless creatures! In the only place where covetousness were a virtue we turn prodigals.

I have somewhere met with the epitaph on a charitable man which has pleased me very much. I cannot recollect the words, but here is the sense of it: 'What I spent I lost; what I possessed is left to others; what I gave away remains with me.'