No one was ever scolded out of their sins.

The rich are too indolent, the poor too weak, to bear the insupportable fatigue of thinking.

[My kitten's] gambols are not to be described, and would be incredible, if they could.

Reasoning at every step he treads, Man yet mistakes his way, Whilst meaner things, whom instinct leads, Are rarely known to stray.

The earth was made so various, that the mind Of desultory man, studious of change, And pleased with novelty, might be indulged.

A life of ease is a difficult pursuit.

And diff'ring judgments serve but to declare that truth lies somewhere, if we knew but where.