Health can make money, but money cannot make health.
The labor of thinking was so great to me, that having once come to a conclusion upon any subject, I would rather persist in it, right or wrong, than be at the trouble of going over the process again to revise and rectify my judgment.
Now flattery can never do good; twice cursed in the giving and the receiving, it ought to be.
How is it that hope so powerfully excites, and fear so absolutely depresses all our faculties?
The bore is good for promoting sleep; but though he causeth sleep in others, it is uncertain whether he ever sleeps himself; as few can keep awake in his company long enough to see. It is supposed that when he sleeps it is with his mouth open.
Books only spoil the originality of genius. Very well for those who can’t think for themselves – But when one has made up one’s opinions, there is no use in reading.
It sometimes requires courage to fly from danger.
Fortune’s wheel never stands still the highest point is therefore the most perilous.
There is no moment like the present. The man who will not execute his resolutions when they are fresh upon him can have no hope from them afterwards: they will be dissipated, lost, and perish in the hurry and scurry of the world, or sunk in the slough of indolence.
Bishop Wilkins prophesied that the time would come when gentlemen, when they were to go on a journey, would call for their wings as regularly as they call for their boots.
The bore is usually considered a harmless creature, or of that class of irrationa bipeds who hurt only themselves.
In real friendship the judgment, the genius, the prudence of each party become the common property of both.
Nature knows best, and she says, roar!
I’ve a great fancy to see my own funeral afore I die.
Business was his aversion; Pleasure was his business.
Artificial manners vanish the moment the natural passions are touched.
How success changes the opinion of men!
When one illusion vanishes, another shall appear, and, still leading me forward towards an horizon that retreats as I advance, the happy prospect of futurity shall vanish only with my existence.
Nor elves, nor fays, nor magic charm, Have pow’r, or will, to work us harm; For those who dare the truth to tell, Fays, elves, and fairies, wish them well.
The unaffected language of real feeling and benevolence is easily understood, and is never ridiculous.