To Sigh, Yet Feel No

Our Appetites, Of One Or Another Kind, Are Excellent Spurs To Our Reason, Which Might Otherwise But Feebly Set About The Great Ends Of Preserving And Continuing The Species.

It Is Well If The Good Man Himself Does Not Feel His Devotions A Little Clouded, Those Foggy Sensuous Steams Mingling With And Polluting The Pure Altar Surface.

I Never Knew An Enemy To Puns Who Was Not An Ill-natured Man.

My Theory Is To Enjoy Life, But My Practice Is Against It.

To Be Sick Is To Enjoy Monarchical Prerogatives.