Never elated when someone's oppressed, never dejected when another one's blessed.

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

We think our fathers fools, so wise we grow. Our wiser sons, no doubt will think us so.

Blessed is the man who expects nothing, for he shall never be disappointed was the ninth beatitude.

Like Cato, give his little senate laws, and sit attentive to his own applause.

Jarring interests of themselves create the according music of a well-mixed state.

The greatest advantage I know of being thought a wit by the world is, that it gives one the greater freedom of playing the fool.