The faults of a man loved or honoured sometimes steal secretly and imperceptibly upon the wise and virtuous, but by injudicious fondness or thoughtless vanity are adopted with design.

It is in refinement and elegance that the civilized man differs from the savage.

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 are in every age new errors to be rectified and new prejudices to be opposed.

As pride sometimes is hid under humility, idleness if often covered by turbulence and hurry.

Pain and disease awaken us to convictions which are necessary to our moral condition.

The business of life is to go forward.