The loneliness is the mother of wisdom.

I hate set dissertations,--and above all things in the world, 'tis one of the silliest things in one of them, to darken your hypothesis by placing a number of tall, opake words, one before another, in a right line, betwixt your own and your readers conception.

If a man has a right to be proud of anything, it is of a good action done as it ought to be, without any base interest lurking at the bottom of it.

How many thousands of [lives] are there every year that comes cast away, (in all civilized countries at least)--and consider'd asnothing but common air, in competition of an hypothesis.

Did ever woman, since the creation of the world, interrupt a man with such a silly question?

There is one sweet lenitive at least for evils, which nature holds out; so I took it kindly at her hands, and fell asleep.

It is sweet to feel by what fine spun threads our affections are drawn together.