It is one of the vexatious mortifications of a studious man to have his thoughts disordered by a tedious visit.

Imperfections would not be half so much taken notice of, if vanity did not make proclamation of them.

He that upon a true principle lives, without any disquiet of thought, may be said to be happy.

Ingratitude is abhorred by God and man.

It is not the place, nor the condition, but the mind alone that can make anyone happy or miserable.

Avarice is insatiable, and is always pushing on for more.

Some natures are so sour and ungrateful that they are never to be obliged.