Sir, he [Bolingbroke] was a scoundrel and a coward: a scoundrel for charging a blunderbuss against religion and morality; a coward, because he had not resolution to fire it off himself, but left half a crown to a beggarly Scotsman to draw the trigger at his death.

We have now learned that rashness and imprudence will not be deterred from taking credit; let us try whether fraud and avarice may be more easily restrained from giving it.

I respect Millar, sir: he has raised the price of literature.

Happiness consists in the multiplicity of agreeable consciousness.

It is the just doom of laziness and gluttony to be inactive without ease and drowsy without tranquility.

A patriot is he whose public conduct is regulated by one single motive, the love of his country; who, as an agent in parliament, has, for himself, neither hope nor fear, neither kindness nor resentment, but refers every thing to the common interest

It seems to be remarkable that death increases our veneration for the good, and extenuates our hatred for the bad.