Madness is consistent; which is more than can be said for poor reason. Whatever may be the ruling passion at the time continues equally so throughout the whole delirium, though it should last for life. Madmen are always constant in love; which no man in his senses ever was. Our passions and principles are steady in frenzy; but begin to shift and waver, as we return to reason.

The more tickets you have in a lottery, the worse your chance. And it is the same of virtues, in the lottery of life.

Heat is in proportion to the want of true knowledge.

Any one may do a casual act of good-nature; but a continuation of them shows it a part of the temperament.

Tis going, I own, like the Knight of the Woeful Countenance, in quest of melancholy adventures--but I know not how it is, but I am never so perfectly conscious of the existence of a soul within me, as when I am entangled in them.

Titles of honour are like the impressions on coin; — which add no value to gold and silver, but only render brass current.

Heaven be their resource who have no other but the charity of the world, the stock of which, I fear, is no way sufficient for the many great claims which are hourly made upon it.