Claret is the liquor for boys; port for men; but he who aspires to be a hero must drink brandy.

Every man has something to do which he neglects, every man has faults to conquer which he delays to combat.

As all error is meanness, it is incumbent on every man who consults his own dignity, to retract it as soon as he discovers it.

Sir, he [Bolingbroke] was a scoundrel and a coward: a scoundrel for charging a blunderbuss against religion and morality; a coward, because he had not resolution to fire it off himself, but left half a crown to a beggarly Scotsman to draw the trigger at his death.

When any fit of gloominess, or perversion of mind, lays hold upon you, make it a rule not to publish it by complaints, but exert your whole care to hide it; by endeavouring to hide it; you will dry it away. Be always busy.

Ah! Sir, a boy's being flogged is not so severe as a man's having the hiss of the world against him.

Happiness is enjoyed only in proportion as it is known; and such is the state or folly of man, that it is known only by experience of its contrary.