When Love's Well-timed 'tis Not A Fault

Plenty Of People Wish To Become Devout, But No One Wishes To Be Humble.

The Memory Is Perpetually Looking Back When We Have Nothing Present To Entertain Us. It Is Like Those Repositories In Animals That Are Filled With Food, On Which They May Ruminate When Their Present Pastures Fail.

What Can Be Nobler Than The Idea It Gives Us Of The Supreme Being?

Suspicion Is Not Less An Enemy To Virtue Than To Happiness; He That Is Already Corrupt Is Naturally Suspicious, And He That Becomes Suspicious Will Quickly Be Corrupt.

There Is No Talent So Pernicious As Eloquence To Those Who Have It Under Command.