We never deceive for a good purpose: knavery adds malice to falsehood.

Laziness begat wearisomeness, and this put men in quest of diversions, play and company, on which however it is a constant attendant; he who works hard, has enough to do with himself otherwise.

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

We are more sociable, and get on better with people by the heart than the intellect.

Out of difficulties grow miracles.

The doctors allow one to die, the charlatans kill.

Let us not envy some men their accumulated riches; their burden would be too heavy for us; we could not sacrifice, as they do, health, quiet, honor and conscience, to obtain them: It is to pay so dear from them that the bargain is a loss.