Gold like the sun, which melts wax, but hardens clay, expands great souls.

Speech is external thought, and thought internal speech.

Very nice couplet, although there are dull stretches.

That which happens to the soil when it ceases to be cultivated by the social man happens to man himself when he foolishly forsakes society for solitude; the brambles grow up in his desert heart.

The cunning tempter, by avoiding the grossness of vice, often silences objections.

It is, no doubt, an immense advantage to have done nothing, but one should not abuse it.

There is even the dignity of vice.