O friendship! thou fond soother of the human breast, to thee we fly in every calamity; to thee the wretched seek for succor; on thee the care-tired son of misery fondly relies; from thy kind assistance the unfortunate always hopes relief, and may be sure of--disappointment.

It seemed to me pretty plain, that they had more of love than matrimony in them.

There are some faults so nearly allied to excellence that we can scarce weed out the vice without eradicating the virtue.

Where wealth and freedom reign contentment fails, And honour sinks where commerce long prevails.

I have found by experience that they who have spent all their lives in cities contract not only an effeminacy of habit, but of thinking.

All that philosophy can teach is to be stubborn or sullen under misfortunes.

I always get the better when I argue alone.