Be secret and discreet; the fairy favors are lost when not concealed.
Of all the tyrannies on human kind the worst is that which persecutes the mind.
But wild Ambition loves to slide, not stand, And Fortune's ice prefers to Virtue's land.
Great wits are sure to madness near allied, and thin partitions do their bounds divide.
He is a perpetual fountain of good sense.
The province of the soul is large enough to fill up every cranny of your time, and leave you much to answer for if one wretch be damned by your neglect.