Once a coxcomb, always a coxcomb.
Few faults of style, whether real or imaginary, excite the malignity of a more numerous class of readers, than the use of hard words.
Most minds are the slaves of external circumstances, and conform to any hand that undertakes to mould them.
The cure for the greatest part of human miseries is not radical, but palliative.
He who attempts to do all will waste his life in doing little.
What we hope ever to do with ease, we must learn first to do with diligence.