This is my history; like all other histories, a narrative of misery.

Friendship is seldom lasting but between equals, or where the superiority on one side is reduced by some equivalent advantage on the other.

Sir, a man who cannot get to heaven in a green coat, will not find his way thither the sooner in a grey one.

In bed we laugh, in bed we cry, and born in bed, in bed we die; the near approach a bed may show of human bliss to human woe.

In discussing these exceptions from the course of nature, the first question is, whether the fact be justly stated. That which is strange is delightful, and a pleasing error is not willingly detected.

Though the wisdom or virtue of one can very rarely make many happy, the folly or vice of one man often make many miserable.

A man used to vicissitudes is not easily dejected.