Friendship is made up of esteem and pleasure; pity is composed of sorrow and contempt: the mind may for some time fluctuate between them, but it can never entertain both at once.

A mind too vigorous and active, serves only to consume the body to which it is joined.

A silent address is the genuine eloquence of sincerity.

For the first time, the best may err, art may persuade, and novelty spread out its charms. The first fault is the child of simplicity; but every other the offspring of guilt.

There is unspeakable pleasure attending the life of a voluntary student.

Where wealth accumulates, men decay.

Here lies David Garrick, describe me who can, An abridgment of all that was pleasant in man.