True genius walks along a line, and, perhaps, our greatest pleasure is in seeing it so often near falling, without being ever actually down.

And what is friendship but a name, A charm that lulls to sleep, A shade that follows wealth or fame, And leaves the wretch to weep?

Religion does what philosophy could never do; it shows the equal dealings of Heaven to the happy and the unhappy, and levels all human enjoyments to nearly the same standard. It gives to both rich and poor the same happiness hereafter, and equal hopes to aspire after it.

The mind is ever ingenious in making its own distress.

In my time, the follies of the town crept slowly among us, but now they travel faster than a stagecoach.

A traveler of taste will notice that the wise are polite all over the world, but the fool only at home.

This same philosophy is a good horse in the stable, but an arrant jade on a journey.