Fear naturally quickens the flight of guilt.

When I was as you are now, towering in the confidence of twenty-one, little did I suspect that I should be at forty-nine, what I now am.

The highest panegyric, therefore, that private virtue can receive, is the praise of servants.

Censure is willingly indulged, because it always implies some superiority: men please themselves with imagining that they have made a deeper search, or wider survey than others, and detected faults and follies which escape vulgar observation.

The end of writing is to instruct; the end of poetry is to instruct by pleasing.

Without frugality none can be rich, and with it very few would be poor.

The business of life is to go forward.