Give me an honest laugher.

The sickening pang of hope deferr'd.

Fortune may raise up or abuse the ordinary mortal, but the sage and the soldier should have minds beyond her control.

I envy thee not thy faith, which is ever in thy mouth but never in thy heart nor in thy practice

I have sometimes thought of the final cause of dogs having such short lives and I am quite satisfied it is in compassion to the human race; for if we suffer so much in losing a dog after an acquaintance of ten or twelve years, what would it be if they were to live double that time?

What an ornament and safeguard is humor! Far better than wit for a poet and writer. It is a genius itself, and so defends from the insanities.

What a strange scene if the surge of conversation could suddenly ebb like the tide, and show us the real state of people's minds.