Thou source of all my bliss and all my woe, That found'st me poor at first, and keep'st me so.

The ingratitude of the world can never deprive us of the conscious happiness of having acted with humanity ourselves.

The true use of speech is not so much to express our wants as to conceal them.

We had no revolutions to fear, nor fatigues to undergo; all our adventures were by the fireside, and all our migrations from the blue bed to the brown.

Fancy restrained may be compared to a fountain, which plays highest by diminishing the aperture.

Our chief comforts often produce our greatest anxieties, and the increase in our possessions is but an inlet to new disquietudes.

A flattering painter, who made it his care To draw men as they ought to be, not as they are.