Some men's wit is like a dark lantern, which serves their own turn and guides them their own way, but is never known (according to the Scripture phrase) either to shine forth before men, or to glorify their Father in heaven.

There never was any party, faction, sect, or cabal whatsoever, in which the most ignorant were not the most violent; for a bee is not a busier animal than a blockhead.

A family is but too often a commonwealth of malignants.

In lazy apathy let stoics boast, their virtue fixed, 'tis fixed as in a frost.

Fools admire, but men of sense approve.

The young disease, that must subdue at length, Grows with his growth, and strengthens with his strength.

Our passions are like convulsion fits, which, though they make us stronger for a time, leave us the weaker ever after.