A transition from an author's book to his conversation, is too often like an entrance into a large city.

Fine clothes are good only as they supply the want of other means of procuring respect.

Words are but the signs of ideas.

One of the most pernicious effects of haste is obscurity.

Hope is itself a species of happiness.

Happiness," said he, "must be something solid and permanent, without fear and without uncertainty.

Sir, they are a race of convicts, and ought to be thankful for any thing we allow them short of hanging.