Nothing is more short-lived than pride.

It holds for good polity ever, to have that outwardly in vilest estimation, which inwardly is most dear to us.

Who will not judge him worthy to be robbed That sets his doors wide open to a thief, And shows the felon where his treasure lies?

Truth is man's proper good, and the only immortal thing was given to our mortality to use.

Books are faithful repositories, which may be awhile neglected or forgotten, but when they are opened again, will again impart their instruction.

I know no disease of the soul but ignorance, a pernicious evil, the darkener of man's life, the disturber of his reason, and common confounder of truth.

Whom the disease of talking still once posses-seth, he can never hold his peace.