Whatever Is Clearly Expressed Is Well Wrote.

People Are Never So Near Playing The Fool As When They Think Themselves Wise.

Nobody Can Deny But Religion Is A Comfort To The Distressed, A Cordial To The Sick, And Sometimes A Restraint On The Wicked.

People Never Write Calmly But When They Write Indifferently.

Strictly Speaking, There Is But One Real Evil: I Mean Acute Pain. All Other Complaints Are So Considerably Diminished By Time That It Is Plain The Grief Is Owing To Our Passion, Since The Sensation Of It Vanishes When That Is Over.

I Believe More Follies Are Committed Out Of Complaisance To The World, Than In Following Our Own Inclinations.