While, an author is yet living we estimate his powers by his worst performance, and when he is dead we rate them by his best.

Why, sir, a man grows better humored as he grows older. He improves by experience. When young, he thinks himself of great consequence, and every thing of importance. As he advances in life, he learns to think himself of no consequence, and little things of little importance; and so he becomes more patient, and better pleased.

Why, Sir, Sherry is dull, naturally dull; but it must have taken him a great deal of pains to become what we now see him. Such an excess of stupidity, Sir, is not in Nature.

With these [Love, Patience, Faith] celestial Wisdom calms the mind, And makes the happiness she does not find.

Words being arbitrary must owe their power to association, and have the influence, and that only, which custom has given them. Language is the dress of thought.