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

The whole of life is but keeping away the thoughts of death.

Then with no throbs of fiery pain, No cold gradations of decay, Death broke at once the vital chain, And freed his soul the nearest way.

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

Bashfulness may sometimes exclude pleasure, but seldom opens any avenue to sorrow or remorse.

The most Heterogeneous ideas are yoked by violence together.

Every other enjoyment malice may destroy; every other panegyric envy may withhold; but no human power can deprive the boaster of his own encomiums.