He who endeavors to please must appear pleased.

Labor's face is wrinkled with the wind, and swarthy with the sun.

Human reason borrowed many arts from the instinct of animals.

He that applauds him who does not deserve praise, is endeavoring to deceive the public; he that hisses in malice or sport, is an oppressor and a robber.

We may have many acquaintances, but we can have but few friends; this made Aristotle say that he that hath many friends hath none.

Merit rather enforces respect than attracts fondness.

Men who have flattered themselves into this opinion of their own abilities, look down on all who waste their lives over books, as a race of inferior beings condemned by nature to perpetual pupilage, and fruitlessly endeavouring to remedy their barrenness by incessant cultivation, or succour their feebleness by subsidiary strength. They presume that none would be more industrious than they, if they were not more sensible of deficiences; and readily conclude, that he who places no confidence in his own powers owes his modesty only to his weakness.