Aspiring beggary is wretchedness itself.

I always get the better when I argue alone.

Good people all, with one accord, Lament for Madam Blaize, Who never wanted a good word From those who spoke her praise.

The world is like a vast sea: mankind like a vessel sailing on its tempestuous bosom. ... [T]he sciences serve us for oars.

Friendship is a disinterested commerce between equals; love, an abject intercourse between tyrants and slaves.

Fear guides more to their duty than gratitude; for one man who is virtuous from the love of virtue, from the obligation he thinks he lies under to the Giver of all, there are ten thousand who are good only from their apprehension of punishment.

Sweet Auburn, loveliest village of the plain.