It matters not how a man dies, but how he lives. The act of dying is not of importance, it lasts so short a time.

So many objections may be made to everything, that nothing can overcome them but the necessity of doing something.

He that outlives a wife whom he has long loved, sees himself disjoined from the only mind that has the same hopes, and fears, and interest; from the only companion with whom he has shared much good and evil; and with whom he could set his mind at liberty, to retrace the past or anticipate the future. The continuity of being is lacerated; the settled course of sentiment and action is stopped; and life stands suspended and motionless.

An Englishman is content to say nothing when he has nothing to say.

Every man naturally persuades himself that he can keep his resolutions, nor is he convinced of his imbecility but by length of time and frequency of experiment.

Vulgar and inactive minds confound familiarity with knowledge, and conceive themselves informed of the whole nature of things, when they are shown their form or told their use.

The hapless wit has his labors always to begin, the call for novelty is never satisfied, and one jest only raises expectation of another.