The experience of others adds to our knowledge, but not to our wisdom; that is dearer bought.
O sin, how you paint your face! how you flatter us poor mortals on to death! You never appear to the sinner in your true character; you make fair promises, but you never fulfil one; your tongue is smoother than oil, but the poison of asps is under your lip!
Rage is mental imbecility.
Purity in person and in morals is true godliness.
A wise Providence consoles our present afflictions by joys borrowed from the future.
Pretension almost always overdoes the original, and hence exposes itself.