One may know a man that never conversed in the world, by his excess of good-breeding.

Thy steady temper, Portius, Can look on guilt, rebellion, fraud, and Cæsar, In the calm lights of mild philosophy.

Colors speak all languages.

The English Writers of Tragedy are possessed with a Notion, that when they represent a virtuous or innocent Person in Distress, they ought not to leave him till they have delivered him out of his Troubles, or made him triumph over his Enemies.

Reason shows itself in all occurrences of life; whereas the brute makes no discovery of such a talent, but in what immediately regards his own preservation or the continuance of his species.

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

It is odd to consider the connection between despotism and barbarity, and how the making one person more than man makes the rest less.