How tedious is a guilty conscience!

See, the curse of children! In life they keep us frequently in tears, And in the cold grave leave us in pale fears.

How tedious is a guilty conscience!

For the subtlest folly proceeds from the subtlest wisdom.

Is not old wine wholesomest, old pippins toothsomest, old wood burn brightest, old linen wash whitest? Old soldiers, sweethearts, are surest, and old lovers are soundest.

When we prohibit others from being different, we end up forfeiting our own right to Liberty.

That friend a great man's ruin strongly checks, who rails into his belief all his defects.