Style may be defined, 'proper words in proper places.'

Mere rhetoric in serious discourses, is like flowers in corn, pleasing to those who look only for amusement, but prejudicial to him who would reap profit from it.

Our passion are like convulsion fits, which, though they make us stronger for the time, leave us the weaker ever after.

Human brutes, like other beasts, find snares and poison in the provision of life and are allured by their appetites to their destruction.

Every man desires to live long, but no man would be old.

All's well, what's a rainy day? / Never mind that cloud, behind that cloud you'll find a golden ray.

No length of time can make you quit, / Honour and virtue, sense and wit, / Thus you may still be young to me, / While I can better hear than see; / Oh, ne'er may fortune show her spite, / To make me deaf, and mend my sight.

No length of time can make you quit / Honour and virtue, sense and wit, / Thus you may still be young to me, / While I can better hear than see; / Oh, ne'er may fortune show her spite, / To make me deaf, and mend my sight.

One of the best rules of conversation is, never to say a thing which any of the company can reasonably wish had been left unsaid.

I have heard of a man who had a mind to sell his house, and therefore carried a piece of brick in his pocket, which he showed as a pattern to encourage purchasers.