Memory is like all other human powers, with which no man can be satisfied who measures them by what he can conceive, or by what he can desire.

When men come to like a sea-life, they are not fit to live on land.

Frequent discontent must proceed from frequent hardships.

Genius now and then produces a lucky trifle. We still read the Dove of Anacreon, and Sparrow of Catullus; and a writer naturally pleases himself with a performance which owes nothing to the subject.

That distrust which intrudes so often on your mind is a mode of melancholy, which, if it be the business of a wise man to be happy, it is foolish to indulge; and if it be a duty to preserve our faculties entire for their proper use, it is criminal. Suspicion is very often an useless pain.

In misery's darkest cavern known, His useful care was ever nigh Where hopeless anguish pour'd his groan, And lonely want retir'd to die.

All wonder is the effect of novelty on ignorance.