I live in the crowd of jollity, not so much to enjoy company as to shun myself.
I hate mankind, for I think myself one of the best of them, and I know how bad I am.
A cow is a very good animal in the field; but we turn her out of a garden.
I had done all that I could, and no Man is well pleased to have his all neglected, be it ever so little.
No man is obliged to do as much as he can do. A man is to have part of his life to himself.
Most men think indistinctly, and therefore cannot speak with exactness . . .