We consider ourselves as defective in memory, either because we remember less than we desire, or less than we suppose others to remember.

What is written without effort is in general read without pleasure.

Those who have any intention of deviating from the beaten roads of life, and acquiring a reputation superior to names hourly swept away by time among the refuse of fame, should add to their reason and their spirit the power of persisting in their pur

There is in this world no real delight (excepting those of sensuality), but exchange of ideas in conversation.

He that accepts protection, stipulates obedience.

The task of an author is, either to teach what is not known, or to recommend known truths by his manner of adorning them; either to let new light in upon the mind, and open new scenes to the prospect, or to vary the dress and situation of common objects, so as to give them fresh grace and more powerful attractions, to spread such flowers over the regions through which the intellect has already made its progress, as may tempt it to return, and take a second view of things hastily passed over, or negligently regarded.

The highest panegyric, therefore, that private virtue can receive, is the praise of servants.