There is a pleasure in poetic pains / Which only poets know.

Alas! if my best Friend, who laid down His life for me, were to remember all the instances in which I have neglected Him, and to plead them against me in judgment, where should I hide my guilty head in the day of recompense? I will pray, therefore, for blessings on my friends, even though they cease to be so, and upon my enemies, though they continue such.

Absence of proof is not proof of absence.

Man disavows, and Deity disowns me: hell might afford my miseries a shelter; therefore hell keeps her ever-hungry mouths all bolted against me.

Accomplishments have taken virtue's place, and wisdom falls before exterior grace.

A noisy man is always in the right.

Lights of the world, and stars of human race.