Justice is often pale and melancholy; but Gratitude, her daughter, is constantly in the flow of spirits and the bloom of loveliness.

Truth sometimes corner unawares upon Caution, and sometimes speaks in public as unconsciously as in a dream.

Old trees in their living state are the only things that money cannot command.

Virtue is presupposed in friendship.

Moroseness is the evening of turbulence.

There are proud men of so much delicacy that it almost conceals their pride, and perfectly excuses it.

Clear writers, like fountains, do not seem so deep as they are; the turbid look the most profound.