Fire and swords are slow engines of destruction, compared to the tongue of a Gossip.

There are so few who can grow old with a good grace.

I love to consider an Infidel, whether distinguished by the title of deist, atheist, or free-thinker.

It has been a sort of maxim, that the greatest art is to conceal art; but I know not how, among some people we meet with, their greatest cunning is to appear cunning.

It is a very melancholy reflection that men are usually so weak that it is absolutely necessary for them to know sorrow and pain to be in their right senses.

That man never grows old who keeps a child in his heart

It may be remarked in general, that the laugh of men of wit is for the most part but a feint, constrained kind of half-laugh, as such persons are never without some diffidence about them; but that of fools is the most honest, natural, open laugh in the world.