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.

Allow children to be happy in their own way, for what better way will they find?

Every man has something to do which he neglects, every man has faults to conquer which he delays to combat.

Every man has a lurking wish to appear considerable in his native place.

True enjoyments also keep people from vice.

It is however, reasonable, to have perfection in our eye; that we may always advance towards it, though we know it never can be reached.

In misery's darkest cavern known, His useful care was ever nigh Where hopeless anguish pour'd his groan, And lonely want retir'd to die.