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.'

A fine coat is but a livery when the person who wears it discovers no higher sense than that of a footman.

To be perfectly just is an attribute of the divine nature; to be so to the utmost of our abilities, is the glory of man.

Every passion gives a particular cast to the countenance, and is apt to discover itself in some feature or other. I have seen an eye curse for half an hour together, and an eyebrow call a man a scoundrel.

Content thyself to be obscurely good. When vice prevails, and impious men bear sway, the post of honoris a private station.

Must one rash word, the infirmity of age, throw down the merit of my better years?

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