Commending a right thing is a cheap substitute for doing it, with which we are too apt to satisfy ourselves.

No adulation; 'tis the death of virtue; Who flatters, is of all mankind the lowest Save he who courts the flattery.

If faith produce no works, I see That faith is not a living tree. Thus faith and works together grow, No separate life they never can know. They're soul and body, hand and heart, What God hath joined, let no man part.

Did not God Sometimes withhold in mercy what we ask, We should be ruined at our own request.

parents are too apt to mistake inclination for genius.

Prayer is not eloquence but earnestness.

I used to wonder why people should be so fond of the company of their physician, till I recollected that he is the only person with whom one dares to talk continually of oneself, without interruption, contradiction or censure; I suppose that delightful immunity doubles their fees.