Love is only one of many passions.

Labor, if it were not necessary for existence, would be indispensable for the happiness of man.

Piety practiced in solitude, like the flower that blooms in the desert, may give its fragrance to the winds of heaven, and delight those unbodied spirits that survey the works of God and the actions of men; but it bestows no assistance upon earthly beings, and however free from taints of impurity, yet wants the sacred splendor of beneficence.

Every other author may aspire to praise; the lexicographer can only hope to escape reproach.

An infallible characteristic of meanness is cruelty.

Commerce can never be at a stop while one man wants what another can supply; and credit will never be denied, while it is likely to be repaid with profit.

Gratitude is a species of justice.