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

Pleasure, when it is a man's chief purpose, disappoints itself; and the constant application to it palls the faculty of enjoying it.

Simplicity of all things is the hardest to be copy.

I love to consider an Infidel, whether distinguished by the title of deist, atheist, or free-thinker, by three different lights, in his solitude, his afflictions, and his last moments.... [In these situations such people show themselves] in solitude, incapable or rapture or elevation, ... in distress, [with] a halter or a pistol the only refuge [they] can fly to, ... [and liable to conversion] at the approach of death.

The survivorship of a worthy man in his son is a pleasure scarce inferior to the hopes of the continuance of his own life.

Since our persons are not of our own making, when they are such as appear defective or uncomely, it is, methinks, an honest and laudable fortitude to dare to be ugly.

The world is grown so full of dissimulation and compliment, that men's words are hardly any signification of their thoughts.