God tempers the wind to the shorn lamb.

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

Digressions incontestably are the sunshine; they are the life, the soul of reading.

Every obstruction of the course of justice,--is a door opened to betray society, and bereave us of those blessings which it has inview.... It is a strange way of doing honour to God, to screen actions which are a disgrace to humanity.

In all unmerciful actions, the worst of men pay this compliment at least to humanity, as to endeavour to wear as much of the appearance of it, as the case will well let them.

Certainly it was ordained as a scourge upon the pride of human wisdom, that the wisest of us all, should thus outwit ourselves, and eternally forego our purposes in the intemperate act of pursuing them.

To write a book is for all the world like humming a song.