The complaint, therefore, that all topicks are preoccupied, is nothing more than the murmur of ignorance or idleness, by which some discourage others, and some themselves; the mutability of mankind will always furnish writers with new images, and the luxuriance of fancy may always embellish them with new decorations.

We may have many acquaintances, but we can have but few friends; this made Aristotle say that he that hath many friends hath none.

It is a maxim that no man was ever enslaved by influence while he was fit to be free.

The trade of advertising is now so near to perfection that it is not easy to propose any improvement. But as every art ought to be exercized in due subordination to the public good, I cannot but propose it as a moral question to these masters of the public ear, whether they do not sometimes play too wantonly with our passions.

Wit is that which has been often thought, but never before was well expressed.

When any anxiety or gloom of the mind takes hold of you, make it a rule not to publish it by complaining; but exert yourselves to hide it, and by endeavoring to hide it you drive it away.

In a Man's Letters you know, Madam, his soul lies naked, his letters are only the mirrour of his breast.