The vices we scoff at in others laugh at us within ourselves.

Men live by intervals of reason under the sovereignty of humor and passion.

Things evidently false are not only printed, but many things of truth most falsely set forth.

There is something in us that can be without us, and will be after us, though indeed it hath no history of what it was before us, and cannot tell how it entered into us.

We term sleep a death by which we may be literally said to die daily; in fine, so like death, I dare not trust it without my prayers.

Had not almost every man suffered by the Press, or were not the tyranny thereof become universal, I had not wanted reason for complaint.

Content may dwell in all stations. To be low but above contempt may be high enough to be happy.