Sir, I did not count your glasses of wine, why should you number up my cups of tea?

Is not a patron one who looks with unconcern on a man struggling for life in the water, and, when he has reached ground, encumbers him with help?

Solitude is dangerous to reason, without being favourable to virtue. Remember that the solitary mortal is certainly luxurious, probably superstitious, and possibly mad.

To prevent evil is the great end of government, the end for which vigilance and severity are properly employed.

There is not, perhaps, to a mind well instructed, a more painful occurrence, than the death of one we have injured without reparation.

That distrust which intrudes so often on your mind is a mode of melancholy, which, if it be the business of a wise man to be happy, it is foolish to indulge; and if it be a duty to preserve our faculties entire for their proper use, it is criminal. Suspicion is very often an useless pain.

Friendship may well deserve the sacrifice of pleasure, though not of conscience.