Tis not necessity, but opinion, that makes men miserable; and when we come to be fancy-sick, there's no cure.

Men talk as if they believed in God, but they live as if they thought there was none; their vows and promises are no more than words, of course.

The lowest boor may laugh on being tickled, but a man must have intelligence to be amused by wit.

Pretences go a great way with men that take fair words and magisterial looks for current payment.

Men are not to be judged by their looks, habits, and appearances; but by the character of their lives and conversations, and by their works.

He that would live clear of envy must lay his finger on his mouth, and keep his hand out of the ink-pot.

To be longing for this thing to-day and for that thing to-morrow; to change likings for loathings, and to stand wishing and hankering at a venture--how is it possible for any man to be at rest in this fluctuant, wandering humor and opinion?