There Is Nothing Touches Our Imagination So

A Man Must Be Excessively Stupid, As Well As Uncharitable, Who Believes That There Is No Virtue But On His Own Side, And That There Are Not Men As Honest As Himself Who May Differ From Him In Political Principles.

I Have But Nine-pence In Ready Money, But I Can Draw For A Thousand Pounds.

A Perfect Tragedy Is The Noblest Production Of Human Nature.

Whether Zeal Or Moderation Be The Point We Aim At, Let Us Keep Fire Out Of The One, And Frost Out Of The Other.

To Be Exempt From The Passions With Which Others Are Tormented, Is The Only Pleasing Solitude.