Long sentences in a short composition are like large rooms in a little house.

A miser grows rich by seeming poor. An extravagant man grows poor by seeming rich.

The difference there is betwixt honor and honesty seems to be chiefly the motive; the mere honest man does that from duty which the man of honor does for the sake of character.

Second thoughts oftentimes are the very worst of all thoughts.

Anger and the thirst of revenge are a kind of fever; fighting and lawsuits, bleeding,--at least, an evacuation. The latter occasions a dissipation of money; the former, of those fiery spirits which cause a preternatural fermentation.

My banks they are furnish'd with bees, Whose murmur invites one to sleep.

It should seem that indolence itself would incline a person to be honest, as it requires infinitely greater pains and contrivance to be a knave.