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

Error is ever talkative.

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

We sometimes had those little rubs which Providence sends to enhance the value of its favors.

There is a greatness in being generous, and there is only simple justice in satisfying creditors. Generosity is the part of the soul raised above the vulgar.

Why was this heart of mine formed with so much sensibility! Or why not my fortune adapted to its impulses! Tenderness without a capacity of relieving only makes the man who feels it more wretched than the object which sues for assistance.

Every want that stimulates the breast becomes a source of pleasure when redressed.