In the word of no master am I bound to believe.
Virtue consists in fleeing vice.
A heart well prepared for adversity in bad times hopes, and in good times fears for a change in fortune.
As a neighboring funeral terrifies sick misers, and fear obliges them to have some regard for themselves; so, the disgrace of others will often deter tender minds from vice.
Youth is unduly busy with pampering the outer person.
The one who prosperity takes too much delight in will be the most shocked by reverses.