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

He is like to be mistaken who makes choice of a covetous man for a friend, or relieth upon the reed of narrow and poltroon friendship. Pitiful things are only to be found in the cottages of such breasts; but bright thoughts, clear deeds, constancy, fidelity, bounty and generous honesty are the gems of noble minds, wherein (to derogate from none) the true, heroic English gentleman hath no peer.

Death hath a thousand doors to let out life. I shall find one.

That some have never dreamed is as improbable as that some have never laughed.

I would not live over my hours past ... not unto Cicero's ground because I have lived them well, but for fear I should live them worse.

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

The long habit of living indisposeth us for dying.