The ruling passion, be it what it will. The ruling passion conquers reason still.
On wrongs swift vengeance waits.
Fondly we think we honor merit then, When we but praise ourselves in other men.
The difference is too nice – Where ends the virtue or begins the vice.
No woman ever hates a man for being in love with her, but many a woman hate a man for being a friend to her.
A person who is too nice an observer of the business of the crowd, like one who is too curious in observing the labor of bees, will often be stung for his curiosity.
Slave to no sect, who takes no private road, But looks through Nature up to Nature’s God.
A cherub’s face, a reptile all the rest.
The most positive men are the most credulous.
I find myself hoping a total end of all the unhappy divisions of mankind by party-spirit, which at best is but the madness of many for the gain of a few.