Mutability of temper and inconsistency with ourselves is the greatest weakness of human nature.

I have often thought, says Sir Roger, it happens very well that Christmas should fall out in the middle of Winter.

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.

Good nature is more agreeable in conversation than wit and gives a certain air to the countenance which is more amiable than beauty.

The religious man fears, the man of honor scorns, to do an ill action.

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

A religious hope does not only bear up the mind under her sufferings but makes her rejoice in them.