They whom truth and wisdom lead, can gather honey from a weed.
No man can be a patriot on an empty stomach.
Absence of occupation is not rest; A mind quite vacant is a mind distressed.
Oh to have a lodge in some vast wilderness. Where rumors of oppression and deceit, of unsuccessful and successful wars may never reach me anymore.
Remorse, the fatal egg that pleasure laid.
The kindest and the happiest pair Will find occasion to forbear; And something, every day they live, To pity, and perhaps forgive.