There is an excess both in happiness and misery above our power of sensation.

They that apply themselves to trifling matters commonly become incapable of great ones.

Heat of blood makes young people change their inclinations often, and habit makes old ones keep to theirs a great while.

Fortune mends more faults in us than ever reason would be able to do.

Gratitude is like the good faith of traders: it maintains commerce, and we often pay, not because it is just to discharge our debts, but that we may more readily find people to trust us.

Nothing ought in reason to mortify our self-satisfaction more that the considering that we condemn at one time what we highly approve and commend at another.

Neither the sun nor death can be looked at steadily.