The world will never be long without some good reason to hate the unhappy; their real faults are immediately detected; and if those are not sufficient to sink them into infamy, an individual weight of calumny will be super-added.

Foppery is never cured; it is the bad stamina of the mind, which, like those of the body, are never rectified; once a coxcomb always a coxcomb.

As any action or posture, long continued, will distort and disfigure the limbs, so the mind likewise is crippled and contracted by perpetual application to the same set of ideas.

Moderation is commonly firm, and firmness is commonly successful.

The majority of a society is the true definition of the public.

There is, indeed, nothing that so much seduces reason from vigilance, as the thought of passing life with an amiable woman.

Fear is implanted in us as a preservative from evil.