Pleasure is like a cordial - a little of it is not injurious, but too much destroys.

Sure there's different roads from this to Dungarvan* - some thinks one road pleasanter, and some think another; wouldn't it be mighty foolish to quarrel for this? - and sure isn't it twice worse to thry to interfere with people for choosing the road they like best to heaven?

To appear rich, we become poor.

Genius is the gold in the mine, talent is the miner who works and brings it out.

Flattery, if judiciously administered, is always acceptable.

Borrowed thoughts, like borrowed money, only show the poverty of the borrower.

To amend mankind, moralists should show them man, not as he is, but as he ought to be.