His scorn of the great is repeated too often to be real; no man thinks much of that which he despises.

[W]ith an unquiet mind, neither exercise, nor diet, nor physick can be of much use.

The road to hell is paved with good intentions.

Must helpless man, in ignorance sedate, roll darkly down the torrent of his fate.

A man is in general better pleased when he has a good dinner upon his table, than when his wife talks Greek.

Pity is not natural to man. Children always are cruel. Savages are always cruel.

There is nothing more dreadful to an author than neglect; compared with which reproach, hatred, and opposition are names of happiness; yet this worst, this meanest fate, every one who dares to write has reason to fear.