Hope is the last thing that dies in man; and though it be exceedingly deceitful, yet it is of this good use to us, that while we are traveling through life it conducts us in an easier and more pleasant way to our journey's end.

How deceitful hope may be, yet she carries us on pleasantly to the end of life.

The accent of one's birthplace remains in the mind and in the heart as in one's speech.

Jealousy is in a manner just and reasonable, as it tends to preserve a good which belongs, or which we believe belongs to us, on the other hand envy is a fury which cannot endure the happiness of others.

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

The duration of our passions is no more dependent on ourselves than the duration of our lives.

However glorious an action in itself, it ought not to pass for great if it be not the effect of wisdom and intention.