Occupation: Novelist Birth: April 22, 1707 Death: October 8, 1754
What a silly fellow must he be who would do the devil's work for free..
Clergy are men as well as other folks..
He grew weary of this condescension, and began to treat the opinions of his wife with that haughtiuess and insolence, which none but those who deserv….
Love may be likened to a disease in this respect, that when it is denied a vent in one part, it will certainly break out in another; hence what a wom….
Ingratitude never so thoroughly pierces the human breast as when it proceeds from those in whose behalf we have been guilty of transgressions..
Fashion is the great governor of this world; it presides, not only in matters of dress and amusement, but in law, physic, politics, religion, and all….
The raillery which is consistent with good-breeding is a gentle animadversion of some foible, which, while it raises the laugh in the rest of the com….
Commend a fool for his wit, or a rogue for his honesty and he will receive you into his favour..
It is admirably remarked, by a most excellent writer, that zeal can no more hurry a man to act in direct opposition to itself than a rapid stream can….
There are two considerations which always imbitter the heart of an avaricious man--the one is a perpetual thirst after more riches, the other the pro….
All nature wears one universal grin..
There's one fool at least in every married couple..
He that dies before sixty, of a cold or consumption, dies, in reality, by a violent death..
As the malicious disposition of mankind is too well known, and the cruel pleasure which they take in destroying the reputation of others, the use we ….
Guilt, on the contrary, like a base thief, suspects every eye that beholds him to be privy to his transgressions, and every tongue that mentions his ….
There is no zeal blinder than that which is inspired with a love of justice against offenders..
The blackest ink of fate are sure my lot, And when fate writ my name it made a blot..
The constant desire of pleasing which is the peculiar quality of some, may be called the happiest of all desires in this that it rarely fails of atta….
Yes, I had two strings to my bow; both golden ones, egad! and both cracked..
It hath been often said, that it is not death, but dying, which is terrible..
The life of a coquette is one constant lie; and the only rule by which you can form any correct judgment of them is that they are never what they see….