There is something to be said for jealousy, because it only designs the preservation of some good which we either have or think wehave a right to. But envy is a raging madness that cannot bear the wealth or fortune of others.

The shame that arises from praise which we do not deserve often makes us do things we should otherwise never have attempted.

One cannot answer for his courage when he has never been in danger.

It is with sincere affection or friendship as with ghosts and apparitions,--a thing that everybody talks of, and scarce any hath seen.

Envy is more incapable of reconciliation than hatred is.

The vices enter into the composition of the virtues, as poisons into that of medicines. Prudence collects and arranges them, and uses them beneficially against the ills of life.

Moderation is the feebleness and sloth of the soul, whereas ambition is the warmth and activity of it.