In solitude, where we are least alone.
I have always believed that all things depended upon Fortune, and nothing upon ourselves.
'Tis very certain the desire of life prolongs it.
I love the language, it sounds as if it should be writ on satin with syllables which breathe of the sweet South
I love not man the less, but Nature more.
A man must serve his time to every trade, Save censure-critics all are ready made. Take hackney'd jokes from Miller, got by rote With just enough learning to misquote.