Men seldom give pleasure when they are not pleased themselves.

Moral sentences appear ostentatious and tumid, when they have no greater occasions than the journey of a wit to his home town: yet such pleasures and such pains make up the general mass of life; and as nothing is little to him that feels it with gre

Labor's face is wrinkled with the wind, and swarthy with the sun.

When I was as you are now, towering in the confidence of twenty-one, little did I suspect that I should be at forty-nine, what I now am.

A man who always talks for fame never can be pleasing. The man who talks to unburthen his mind is the man to delight you.

Cautious age suspects the flattering form, and only credits what experience tells.

Such is the uncertainty of human affairs, that security and despair are equal follies; and as it is presumption and arrogance to anticipate triumphs, it is weakness and cowardice to prog-nosticate miscarriages.