Memory, of all the powers of the mind, is the most delicate and frail.

To speak and to speak well are two things. A fool may talk, but a wise man speaks.

Many might go to heaven with half the labour they go to hell, if they would venture their industry the right way.

That praises are without reason lavished on the dead, and that the honours due only to are paid to antiquity, is a complaint likely to be always continued by those who, being able to add nothing to truth, hope for eminence from the heresies of paradox; or those who, being forced by disappointment upon consolatory expedients, are willing to hope from posterity what the present age refuses, and flatter themselves that the regard which is yet denied by envy will be at last bestowed by time.

Cares that have entered once in the breast, will have whole possession of the rest.

The world knows only two, that's Rome and I.

I perceive affection makes a fool Of any man too much the father.