Life must be filled up, and the man who is not capable of intellectual pleasures must content himself with such as his senses can afford.

There is no wisdom in useless and hopeless sorrow, but there is something in it so like virtue, that he who is wholly without it cannot be loved.

Then with no throbs of fiery pain, No cold gradations of decay, Death broke at once the vital chain, And freed his soul the nearest way.

If a man has a science to learn he must regularly and resolutely advance.

Words become low by the occasions to which they are applied, or the general character of them who use them; and the disgust which they produce arises from the revival of those images with which they are commonly united.

We suffer equal pain from the pertinacious adhesion of unwelcome images, as from the evanescence of those which are pleasing and useful.

By forbearing to do what may innocently be done, we may add hourly new vigor to resolution.