True wit, to every man, is that which falls on another.

The present, like a note in music, is nothing but as it appertains to what is past and what is to come.

Consult duty not events.

Hope is the mother of faith.

The flame of anger, bright and brief, sharpens the barb of love.

Politeness is not always a sign of wisdom; but the want of it always leaves room for a suspicion of folly, if folly and imprudence are the same.

Authors are like cattle going to a fair: those of the same field can never move on without butting one another.