The gloomy months of November, when the people of England hang and drown themselves.

The jealous man's disease is of so malignant a nature, that it converts all it takes into its own nourishment.

Riches expose a man to pride and luxury, and a foolish elation of heart.

Among those evils which befall us, there are many which have been more painful to us in the prospect than by their actual pressure.

Hudibras has defined nonsense, as Cowley does wit, by negatives. Nonsense, he says, is that which is neither true nor false. These two great properties of nonsense, which are always essential to it, give it such a peculiar advantage over all other writings, that it is incapable of being either answered or contradicted.

Quick sensitivity is inseperable from a ready understanding.

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.'