Occupation Alone Is Happiness.

To A Poet Nothing Can Be Useless.

...a Common Observation, That Few Are Mended By Imprisonment, And That He, Whose Crimes Have Made Confinement Necessary, Seldom Makes Any Other Use Of His Enlargement, Than To Do, With Greater Cunning, What He Did Before With Less.

Sir, You Must Not Neglect Doing A Thing Immediately Good From Fear Of Remote Evil; - From Fear Of Its Being Abused.

Rags Will Always Make Their Appearance Where They Have A Right To Do It.

The Highest Panegyric, Therefore, That Private Virtue Can Receive, Is The Praise Of Servants.