There is scarcely any fault in another which offends us more than vanity, though perhaps there is none that really injures us so little.

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.

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

Anger is the common refuge of insignificance. People who feel their character to be slight, hope to give it weight by inflation: but the blown bladder at its fullest distention is still empty.

Wisdom views with an indifferent eye all finite joys, all blessings born to die.

There are only two bad things in this world, sin and bile.

Affliction is a sort of moral gymnasium in which the disciples of Christ are trained to robust exercise, hardy exertion, and severe conflict.