The joy of life is variety.

Man is a transitory being, and his designs must partake of the imperfections their author.

No man is defeated without some resentment which will be continued with obstinacy while he believes himself in the right, and asserted with bitterness, if even to his own conscience he is detected in the wrong.

Invention is almost the only literary labour which blindness cannot obstruct.

In all pleasures hope is a considerable part.

To be of no church is dangerous. Religion, of which the rewards are distant, and which is animated only by faith and hope, will glide by degrees out of the mind unless it be invigorated and reimpressed by external ordinances, by stated calls to worship, and the salutary influence of example.

The two offices of memory are collection and distribution.