The memory is perpetually looking back when we have nothing present to entertain us. It is like those repositories in animals that are filled with food, on which they may ruminate when their present pastures fail.

The moral virtues, without religion are but cold, lifeless, and insipid; it is only religion which opens the mind to great conceptions, fills it with the most sublime ideas, and warms the soul with more than sensual pleasures.

It is pleasant to see a notorious profligate seized with a concern for religion, and converting his spleen into zeal.

There is nothing that more betrays a base ungenerous spirit than the giving of secret stabs to a man's reputation. Lampoons and satires that are written with wit and spirit are like poisoned darts, which not only inflict a wound, but make it incurable.

The important question is not, what will yield to man a few scattered pleasures, but what will render his life happy on the whole amount.

The Infusion of a China plant sweetened with the pith of an Indian Cane.

What I spent I lost; what I possessed is left to others; what I gave away remains with me.