Oh, what a world full of pain we create, for a little taste upon the tongue.

The measure of a man is the way he bears up under misfortune.

The present offers itself to our touch for only an instant of time and then eludes the senses.

A human body in no way resembles those that were born for ravenousness; it hath no hawk's bill, no sharp talon, no roughness of teeth, no such strength of stomach or heat of digestion, as can be sufficient to convert or alter such heavy and fleshy fare.

The superstitious man wishes he did not believe in gods, as the atheist does not, but fears to disbelieve in them.

It is a thing of no great difficulty to raise objections against another man's oration, it is a very easy matter; but to produce a better in it's place is a work extremely troublesome.

The human heart becomes softened by hearing of instances of gentleness and consideration.