The mind of man is like a clock that is always running down, and requires to be constantly wound up.

Good temper is one of the great preservers of the features.

One of the pleasantest things in the world is going on a journey; I can enjoy society in a room; but out of doors, nature is company enough for me. I am then never less alone than when alone.

What passes in the world for talent or dexterity or enterprise is often only a want of moral principle. We may succeed where others fail, not from a greater share of invention, but from not being nice in the choice of expedients.

Despair swallows up cowardice.

We are governed by sympathy; and the extent of our sympathy is determined by that of our sensibility

The way to get on in the world is to be neither more nor less wise, neither better nor worse than your neighbours.