Long life will sometimes obscure the star of fame.

Were it not for the amusement of our books, we should be moped to death for want of occupation. It rains incessantly. ... we tickle ourselves in order to laugh; to so low an ebb are we reduced.

Fortune is always on the side of the largest battalions.

Happiness, like misfortunes, never comes alone.

I am persuaded that the greater part of our complaints arise from want of exercise.

... we ought to be astonished at nothing; for what do we not meet with in our journey through life?

. . . it seldom happens, I think, that a man has the civility to die when all the world wishes it.