Refinement creates beauty everywhere. It is the grossness of the spectator that discovers anything like grossness in the object.

Malice often takes the garb of truth.

A scholar is like a book written in a dead language. It is not every one that can read in it.

If we are long absent from our friends, we forget them; if we are constantly with them, we despise them.

Books wind into the heart.

It is hard for any one to be an honest politician who is not born and bred a Dissenter.

The ignorance of the world leaves one at the mercy of its malice.