The ancients dreaded death: the Christian can only fear dying.

The ancients dreaded death: the Christian can only fear dying.

It is well for us that we are born babies in intellect. Could we understand half what mothers say and do to their infants, we should be filled with a conceit of our own importance, which would render us insupportable through life.

Friendship closes its eye rather than see the moon eclipsed; while malice denies that it is ever at the full.

It is a proof of our natural bias to evil, that gain is slower and harder than loss in all things good; but in all things bad getting is quicker and easier than getting rid of.

The intellect of the wise is like glass; it admits the light of heaven and reflects it.

A man prone to suspect evil is mostly looking in his neighbor for what he sees in himself.