On life's vast ocean diversely we sail. Reasons the card, but passion the gale.

How shall I lose the sin, yet keep the sense, and love the offender, yet detest the offence?

Nay, fly to altars; there they'll talk you dead; For fools rush in where angels fear to tread.

A generous friendship no cold medium knows, Burns with one love, with one resentment glows.

Let fortune do her worst, whatever she makes us lose, so long as she never makes us lose our honesty and our independence.

A God without dominion, providence, and final causes, is nothing else but fate and nature.

Truths would you teach, or save a sinking land? All fear, none aid you, and few understand.