Superstition is but the fear of belief.

Love and enthusiasm are always ridiculous, when not reciprocated by their objects.

The vices of the rich and great are mistaken for error; and those of the poor and lowly, for crimes.

Those who are formed to win general admiration are seldom calculated to bestow individual happiness.

Talent, like beauty, to be pardoned, must be obscure and unostentatious.

When we bring back with us the objects most dear, and find those we left unchanged, we are tempted to doubt the lapse of time; but one link in the chain of affection broken, and every thing seems altered.

Friends are the thermometer by which we may judge the temperature of our fortunes.