One Would Suffer A Great Deal To

Nobody Can Deny But Religion Is A Comfort To The Distressed, A Cordial To The Sick, And Sometimes A Restraint On The Wicked.

Strictly Speaking, There Is But One Real Evil: I Mean Acute Pain. All Other Complaints Are So Considerably Diminished By Time That It Is Plain The Grief Is Owing To Our Passion, Since The Sensation Of It Vanishes When That Is Over.

Copiousness Of Words, However Ranged, Is Always False Eloquence, Though It Will Ever Impose On Some Sort Of Understandings.

To Be Reasonable One Should Never Complain But When One Hopes Redress.

Making Verses Is Almost As Common As Taking Snuff, And God Can Tell What Miserable Stuff People Carry About In Their Pockets, And Offer To All Their Acquaintances, And You Know One Cannot Refuse Reading And Taking A Pinch.