Man is a transitory being, and his designs must partake of the imperfections their author.

Remember that nothing will supply the want of prudence, and that negligence and irregularity long continued will make knowledge useless, wit ridiculous, and genius contemptible.

As pride sometimes is hid under humility, idleness if often covered by turbulence and hurry.

What is good only because it pleases cannot be pronounced good till it has been found to please.

To buried merit rise the tardy bust.

Such is the state of life, that none are happy but by the anticipation of change: the change itself is nothing; when we have made it, the next wish is to change again.

There are few things that we so unwillingly give up, even in advanced age, as the supposition that we still have the power of ingratiating ourselves with the fair sex.