Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay. Princes and lords may flourish or may fade,- A breath can make them, as a breath has made; But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroy'd, can never be supplied.

A silent address is the genuine eloquence of sincerity.

All the sciences are, in some measure, linked with each other, and before the one is ended, the other begins.

People seek within a short span of life to satisfy a thousand desires, each of which is insatiable.

Logicians have but ill defined As rational the human mind; Reason, they say, belongs to man, But let them prove it if they can.

If the soul be happily disposed, every thing becomes capable of affording entertainment, and distress will almost want a name.

I always get the better when I argue alone.