Unconstraint is the grace of conversation.

To exact of every man who writes that he should say something new, would be to reduce authors to a small number; to oblige the most fertile genius to say only what is new, would be to contract his volumes to a few pages. Yet, surely, there ought to be some bounds to repetition; libraries ought no more to be heaped for ever with the same thoughts differently expressed, than with the same books differently decorated.

Art hath an enemy called ignorance.

Faults and defects every work of man must have.

It is as bad as bad can be: it is ill-fed, ill-killed, ill-kept, and ill-drest.

Life is but short; no time can be afforded but for the indulgence of real sorry, or contests upon questions seriously momentous. Let us not throw away any of our days upon useless resentment, or contend who shall hold out longest in stubborn malignity. It is best not to be angry; and best, in the next place, to be quickly reconciled.

You never find people laboring to convince you that you may live very happily upon a plentiful income.