Every man passes his life in the search after friendship.

Virtues are, in the popular estimate, rather the exception than the rule. There is the man and his virtues.

Of all debts, men are least willing to pay their taxes; what a satire this is on government.

When it's dark enough men see stars.

For the world was built in order around the atoms march in tune; Rhyme the pipe, and Time the warder, The sun obeys them, and the moon.

Eloquence must be grounded on the plainest narrative.

This one fact the world hates; that the soul becomes; for that forever degrades the past, turns all riches to poverty, all reputation to a shame, confounds the saint with the rogue, shoves Jesus and Judas equally aside.