Every man is of importance to himself.

Life, to be worthy of a rational being, must be always in progression; we must always purpose to do more or better than in time past.

It matters not how a man dies, but how he lives.

Languages are the pedigree of nations.

Such seems to be the disposition of man, that whatever makes a distinction produces rivalry.

A gentleman who had been very unhappy in marriage, married immediately after his wife died; it was the triumph of hope over experience.

Many of our miseries are merely comparative: we are often made unhappy, not by the presence of any real evil, but by the absence of some fictitious good; of something which is not required by any real want of nature, which has not in itself any power of gratification, and which neither reason nor fancy would have prompted us to wish, did we not see it in the possession of others.