There are minds so impatient of inferiority that their gratitude is a species of revenge, and they return benefits, not because recompense is a pleasure, but because obligation is a pain.
Few things are impossible to diligence and skill.
No man likes to live under the eye of perpetual disapprobation.
Nay, Sir, those who write in them, write well, in order to be paid well.
Self-love is a busy prompter.
There must always be some advantage on one side or the other, and it is better that advantage should be had by talents than by chance.