Bed is a bundle of paradoxes: we go to it with reluctance, yet we quit it with regret.

Envy ought to have no place allowed it in the hearts of people; for the goods of this present world are so vile and low that they are beneath it; and those of the future world are so vast and exalted that they are above it.

We injure mysteries, which are matters of faith, by any attempt at explanation in order to make them matters of reason. Could they be explained, they would cease to be mysteries; and it has been well said that a thing is not necessarily against reason because it happens to be above it.

True contentment depends not upon what we have; a tub was large enough for Diogenes, but a world was too little for Alexander.

A leveller has long ago been set down as a ridiculous and chimerical being, who, if he could finish his work to-day, would have to begin it again tomorrow.

War is a game in which princes seldom win, the people never.

Ladies of Fashion starve their happiness to feed their vanity, and their love to feed their pride.