God never made his work for man to mend.

Let Fortune empty her whole quiver on me, I have a soul that, like an ample shield, Can take in all, and verge enough for more; Fate was not mine, nor am I Fate's: Souls know no conquerors.

To breed up the son to common sense is evermore the parent's least expense.

He has not learned the first lesson of life who does not every day surmount a fear.

Good sense and good nature are never separated; and good nature is the product of right reason.

The thought of being nothing after death is a burden insupportable to a virtuous man.

It's a hard world, neighbors, if a man's oath must be his master.