Affliction, like the iron-smith, shapes as it smites.

Fortune, like a coy mistress, loves to yield her favors, though she makes us wrest them from her.

Most books fail, not so much from a want of ability in their authors, as from an absence in their productions of a thorough development of their ability.

Courage enlarges, cowardice diminishes resources.

As threshing separates the wheat from the chaff, so does affliction purify virtue.

Dishonest people conceal their faults from themselves as well as others, honest people know and confess them.

It is with a company as it is with a punch, everything depends upon the ingredients of which it in composed.