The present time is seldom able to fill desire or imagination with immediate enjoyment, and we are forced to supply its deficiencies by recollection or anticipation.

It matters not how a man dies, but how he lives. The act of dying is not of importance, it lasts so short a time.

To love their country has been considered as virtue in men, whose love could not be otherwise than blind, because their preference was made without, a comparison; but it has never been my fortune to find, either in ancient or modern writers, any honourable mention of those, who have, with equal blindness, hated their country.

Men become friends by a community of pleasures.

I would be loath to speak ill of any person who I do not know deserves it, but I am afraid he is an attorney.

It very seldom happens to a man that his business is his pleasure.

In misery's darkest cavern known, His useful care was ever nigh Where hopeless anguish pour'd his groan, And lonely want retir'd to die.