The power of fortune is confessed only by the miserable, for the happy impute all their success to prudence or merit.
Although men are accused of not knowing their own weakness, yet perhaps few know their own strength. It is in men as in soils, where sometimes there is a vein of gold which the owner knows not of.
I never saw, heard, nor read, that the clergy were beloved in any nation where Christianity was the religion of the country. Nothing can render them popular, but some degree of persecution.
Where there are large powers with little ambition… nature may be said to have fallen short of her purposes.