If a great man struggling with misfortunes is a noble object, a little man that despises them is no contemptible one.

The man that hails you Tom or Jack, and proves by thumps upon your back how he esteems your merit, is such a friend, that one had need be very much his friend indeed to pardon or to bear it.

Books are not seldom talismans and spells.

Satan trembles when he sees the weakest saint upon their knees.

The kindest and the happiest pair Will find occasion to forbear; And something, every day they live, To pity, and perhaps forgive.

Religion, richest favor of the skies.

Elegant as simplicity, and warm As ecstasy.