There is perhaps no surer mark of folly, than to attempt to correct natural infirmities of those we love.

I will tear this folly from my heart, though every fibre bleed as I rend it away!

The world have payed too great a compliment to critics, and have imagined them men of much greater profundity than they really are.

For I hope my Friends will pardon me, when I declare, I know none of them without a Fault; and I should be sorry if I could imagine, I had any Friend who could not see mine. Forgiveness, of this Kind, we give and demand in Turn.

Can any man have a higher notion of the rule of right and the eternal fitness of things?

Yes, I had two strings to my bow; both golden ones, egad! and both cracked.