The business of life summons us away from useless grief, and calls us to the exercise of those virtues of which we are lamenting our deprivation.

Deign on the passing world to turn thine eyes, And pause awhile from letters, to be wise.

All power of fancy over reason is a degree of madness.

The round of a passionate man's life is in contracting debts in his passion, which his virtue obliges him to pay. He spends his time in outrage and acknowledgment, injury and reparation.

Money confounds subordination.

We have always pretensions to fame which, in our own hearts, we know to be disputable.

A wise man is cured of ambition by ambition itself; his aim is so exalted that riches, office, fortune and favour cannot satisfy him.