A newswriter is a man without virtue, who lies at home for his own profit.

Sorrow is the mere rust of the soul. Activity will cleanse and brighten it.

I am sorry I have not learnt to play at cards. It is very useful in life: it generates kindness, and consolidates society.

The necessities of our condition require a thousand offices of tenderness, which mere regard for the species will never dictate.

Spring is the season of gaiety, and winter of terror; in spring the heart of tranquility dances to the melody of the groves, and the eye of benevolence sparkles at the sight of happiness and plenty: in winter, compassion melts at universal calamity, and the tear of softness starts at the wailing of hunger and the cries of the creation in distress

The certainty that life cannot be long, and the probability that it will be much shorter than nature allows, ought to awaken every man to the active prosecution of whatever he is desirous to perform. It is true, that no diligence can ascertain success; death may intercept the swiftest career; but he who is cut off in the execution of an honest undertaking has at least the honour of falling in his rank, and has fought the battle, though he missed the victory.

There may be other reasons for a man's not speaking in publick than want of resolution: he may have nothing to say.