Greatness, as we daily see it, is unsociable.

We fancy that our afflictions are sent us directly from above; sometimes we think it in piety and contrition, but oftener in moroseness and discontent.

There is a vast deal of vital air in loving words.

My thoughts are my company; I can bring them together, select them, detain them, dismiss them.

Wherever there is excessive wealth, there is also in the train of it excessive poverty.

Great men always pay deference to greater.

We may receive so much light as not to see, and so much philosophy as to be worse than foolish.