Our actions seem to have their lucky and unlucky stars, to which a great part of that blame and that commendation is due which is given to the actions themselves.

Only the great can afford to have great defects.

There are a great many men valued in society who have nothing to recommend them but serviceable vices.

Idleness and fear keeps us in the path of duty, but our virtue often gets the praise.

A weak mind is the only defect out of our power to mend.

It is a wearisome disease to preserve health by too strict a regimen.

Renewed friendships require more care than those that have never been broken.