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

Whatever be the motives which induce men to write,--whether avarice or fame,--the country becomes more wise and happy in which they most serve for instructors.

Who mix'd reason with pleasure, and wisdom with mirth: If he had any faults, he has left us in doubt.

And his best riches, ignorance of wealth.

The company of fools may first make us smile, but in the end we always feel melancholy.

Conscience is a coward, and those faults it has not strength enough to prevent it seldom has justice enough to accuse.

The watch-dog's voice that bay'd the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind.