Going to the opera, like getting drunk, is a sin that carries its own punishment with it.

The wretch who digs the mine for bread, or ploughs, that others may be fed, feels less fatigued than that decreed to him who cannot think or read.

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

Resentment is an evil so costly to our peace that we should find it more cheap to forgive even were it no more right.

Temptation does not make the sin, it lies ready in the heart.

To be good and disagreeable is high treason against the royalty of virtue.

Affliction is the school in which great virtues are acquired, in which great characters are formed.