For wheresoe'er I turn my ravish'd eyes, Gay gilded scenes and shining prospects rise, Poetic fields encompass me around, And still I seem to tread on classic ground.

A brother's sufferings claim a brother's pity.

For my own part, I am apt to join in the opinion with those who believe that all the regions of Nature swarm with spirits, and that we have multitudes of spectators on all our actions when we think ourselves most alone.

Many actions calculated to procure fame are not conducive to ultimate happiness.

No man writes a book without meaning something, though he may not have the faculty of writing consequentially and expressing his meaning.

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

Young men soon give, and soon forget, affronts; old age is slow in both.