At the working man’s house, hunger looks in but dares not enter.

This modesty in a sect is perhaps a singular instance in the history of mankind, every other sect supposing itself in possession of all truth, and that those who differ are so far in the wrong ; like a man traveling in foggy weather, those at some distance before him on the road he sees wrapped up in the fog, as well as those behind him, and also the people in the fields on each side, but near him all appears clear, tho' in truth he is as much in the fog as any of them.

Rich widows are the only secondhand goods that sell at first-class prices.

You may delay, but time will not.

Poverty, Poetry, and new Titles of Honor, make Men ridiculous

A fat kitchin, a lean Will.

Employ thy time well, if thou meanest to gain leisure.