What song the Syrens sang, or what name Achilles assumed when he hid himself among women, though puzzling questions, are not beyond all conjecture.

Not to be content with Life is the unsatisfactory state of those which destroy themselves; who being afraid to live, run blindly upon their own Death, which no Man fears by Experience.

I could never divide myself from any man upon the difference of an opinion, or be angry with his judgment for not agreeing with me in that from which perhaps within a few days I should dissent myself.

There are no grotesques in nature; not anything framed to fill up empty cantons, and unnecessary spaces.

Oblivion is not to be hired.

Charity begins at home, is the voice of the world.

Where I cannot satisfy my reason, I love to humour my fancy.