Love, anger, pride and avarice all visibly move in those little orbs.

There is nothing which one regards so much with an eye of mirth and pity as innocence when it has in it a dash of folly.

The most violent appetites in all creatures are lust and hunger; the first is a perpetual call upon them to propagate their kind, the latter to preserve themselves.

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

The most exquisite words and finest strokes of an author are those which very often appear the most doubtful and exceptionable to a man who wants a relish for polite learning; and they are those which a sour undistinguishing critic generally attacks with the greatest violence.

Sunday clears away the rust of the whole week.

A brother's sufferings claim a brother's pity.