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

It is the privilege of posterity to set matters right between those antagonists who, by their rivalry for greatness, divided a whole age.

A solid and substantial greatness of soul looks down with neglect on the censures and applauses of the multitude.

In England we see people lulled sleep with solid and elaborate discourses of piety, who would be warmed and transported out of themselves by the bellowings and distortions of enthusiasm.

The peacock in all his pride does not display half the colors that appear in the garments of a British lady when she is dressed.

The first of all virtues is innocence; the next is modesty. If we banish modesty out of the world, she carries away with her half the virtue that is in it.

Husband a lie, and trump it up in some extraordinary emergency.