Hope is itself a species of happiness.

How small of all that human hearts endure, That part which laws or kings can cause or cure! Still to ourselves in every place consigned, Our own felicity we make or find. With secret course, which no loud storms annoy, Glides the smooth current of domestic joy.

Being in a ship is being in a jail, with the chance of being drowned.

There is in this world no real delight (excepting those of sensuality), but exchange of ideas in conversation.

People have now a-days got a strange opinion that every thing should be taught by lectures. Now, I cannot see that lectures can do as much good as reading the books from which the lectures are taken.

Hunger is never delicate.

All censure of a man's self is oblique praise. It is in order to show how much he can spare.