To be angry is to revenge the faults of others on ourselves.
The search of our future being is but a needless, anxious, and haste to be knowing, sooner than we can, what, without all this solicitude, we shall know a little later.
The laughers are a majority.
How shall I lose the sin, yet keep the sense, and love the offender, yet detest the offence?
Our business in the field of fight, Is not to question, but to prove our might.
The good must merit God's peculiar care; But who but God can tell us who they are?