One Of The Aged Greatest Miseries Is

Riches, Perhaps, Do Not So Often Produce Crimes As Incite Accusers.

Men Have Solicitude About Fame; And The Greater Share They Have Of It, The More Afraid They Are Of Losing It.

I Wish There Were Some Cure, Like The Lover's Leap, For All Heads Of Which Some Single Idea Has Obtained An Unreasonable And Irregular Possession.

There Seems To Be A Strange Affectation In Authors Of Appearing To Have Done Everything By Chance.

Merriment Is Always The Effect Of A Sudden Impression. The Jest Which Is Expected Is Already Destroyed.