An author places himself uncalled before the tribunal of criticism and solicits fame at the hazard of disgrace.

The world is like a grand staircase, some are going up and some are going down.

Hope is itself a species of happiness.

If we will have the kindness of others, we must endure their follies.

Faction seldom leaves a man honest, however it might find him.

It is in refinement and elegance that the civilized man differs from the savage.

As to the rout that is made about people who are ruined by extravagance, it is no matter to the nation that some individuals suffer. When so much general productive exertion is the consequence of luxury, the nation does not care though there are debtors; nay, they would not care though their creditors were there too.