Try and forget our cares and sickness, and contribute, as we can to the happiness of each other.

Tomorrow is an old deceiver, and his cheat never grows stale.

The round of a passionate man's life is in contracting debts in his passion, which his virtue obliges him to pay. He spends his time in outrage and acknowledgment, injury and reparation.

Man is a transitory being, and his designs must partake of the imperfections of their author. To confer duration is not always in our power. We must snatch the present moment, and employ it well, without too much solicitude for the future, and content ourselves with reflecting that our part is performed. He that waits for an opportunity to do much at once, may breathe out his life in idle wishes, and regret, in the last hour, his useless intentions and barren zeal.

A man who is good enough to go to heaven is good enough to be a clergyman.

Nothing is more idle than to inquire after happiness, which nature has kindly placed within our reach.

Sir, you have but two topics, yourself and me. I am sick of both.