Each year one vicious habit discarded, in time might make the worst of us good.
Passion governs, and she never governs wisely.
Avarice and Happiness never saw each other, how then should they become acquainted?
Mine is better than ours.
It is a grand mistake to think of being great without goodness and I pronounce it as certain that there was never a truly great man that was not at the same time truly virtuous.
Thinking aloud is a habit which is responsible for most of mankind's misery.