The true measure of a man is how he treats someone who can do him absolutely no good.

But, perhaps, the flatterer is not often detected; for an honest mind is not apt to suspect, and no one exerts the power of discernment with much vigour when selflove favors the deceit.

In all political regulations, good cannot be complete, it can only be predominant.

How gloomy would be the mansions of the dead to him who did not know that he should never die: that what now acts shall continue its agency, and what now thinks shall think on forever!

Attack is the reaction. I never think I have hit hard unless it rebounds.

The size of a man's understanding might always be justly measured by his mirth.

Oats. A grain, which in England is generally given to horses, but in Scotland supports the people.