It is boorish to live ungraciously: the giving is the hardest part; what does it cost to add a smile?

Poverty may be the mother of crime, but lack of good sense is the father.

The finest pleasure is kindness to others.

As long as men are liable to die and are desirous to live, a physician will be made fun of, but he will be well paid.

The fears of old age disturb us, yet how few attain it?

Extremes are vicious, and proceed from men; compensation is just, and proceeds from God.

Both as to high and low indifferently, men are prepossessed, charmed, fascinated by success; successful crimes are praised very much like virtue itself, and good fortune is not far from occupying the place of the whole cycle of virtues. It must be an atrocious act, a base and hateful deed, which success would not be able to justify.