Hope is itself a species of happiness.

I am not so lost in lexicography as to forget that words are the daughters of earth, and that things are the sons of heaven.

Guilt once harbored in the conscious breast, intimidates the brave, degrades the great.

He that is warm for truth, and fearless in its defense, performs one of the duties of a good man; he strenghtens his own conviction, and guards others from delusion; but steadiness of belief, and boldness of profession, are yet only part of the form of godliness.

An author places himself uncalled before the tribunal of criticism and solicits fame at the hazard of disgrace.

The advice that is wanted is commonly not welcome and that which is not wanted, evidently an effrontery.

Words become low by the occasions to which they are applied, or the general character of them who use them; and the disgust which they produce arises from the revival of those images with which they are commonly united.