Such is the constitution of Man that labor may be said to be its own re-ward.

The joy of life is variety; the tenderest love requires to be rekindled by intervals of absence.

I look upon this as I did upon the Dictionary: it is all work, and my inducement to it is not love or desire of fame, but the want of money, which is the only motive to writing that I know of.

Every other enjoyment malice may destroy; every other panegyric envy may withhold; but no human power can deprive the boaster of his own encomiums.

He who attempts to do all will waste his life in doing little.

People may be taken in once, who imagine that an author is greater in private life than other men.

Each person's work is always a portrait of himself.