Was genius ever ungrateful? Mere talents are dry leaves, tossed up and down by gusts of passion, and scattered and swept away; but, Genius lies on the bosom of Memory, and Gratitude at her feet.

Modesty and diffidence make a man unfit for public affairs; they also make him unfit for brothels.

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

We oftener say things because we can say them well, than because they are sound and reasonable.

God scatters beauty as he scatters flowers O'er the wide earth, and tells us all are ours. A hundred lights in every temple burn, And at each shrine I bend my knee in turn.

The foundation of domestic happiness is faith in the virtue of woman.

Heat and animosity, contest and conflict, may sharpen the wits, although they rarely do; they never strengthen the understanding, clear the perspicacity, guide the judgment, or improve the heart.