Want of prudence is too frequently the want of virtue.

To what fortuitous occurrence do we not owe every pleasure and convenience of our lives.

Whichever way we look the prospect is disagreeable. Behind, we have left pleasures we shall never enjoy, and therefore regret; and before, we see pleasures which we languish to possess, and are consequently uneasy till we possess them.

In my time, the follies of the town crept slowly among us, but now they travel faster than a stagecoach.

Our Garrick 's a salad; for in him we see Oil, vinegar, sugar, and saltness agree!

Romance and novel paint beauty in colors more charming than nature, and describe a happiness that humans never taste. How deceptive and destructive are those pictures of consummate bliss!

Both wit and understanding are trifles without integrity; it is that which gives value to every character. The ignorant peasant, without fault, is greater than the philosopher with many; for what is genius or courage without a heart?