Without constancy there is neither love, friendship, nor virtue in the world.

Plutarch says very finely that a man should not allow himself to hate even his enemies.

One should take good care not to grow too wise for so great a pleasure of life as laughter.

There is nothing that more betrays a base ungenerous spirit than the giving of secret stabs to a man's reputation. Lampoons and satires that are written with wit and spirit are like poisoned darts, which not only inflict a wound, but make it incurable.

By anticipation we sugar misery and enjoy happiness before they are in being. We can set the sun and stars forward, or lose sight of them by wandering into those retired parts of eternity when the heavens and earth shall be no more.

Animals, in their generation, are wiser than the sons of men; but their wisdom is confined to a few particulars, and lies in a very narrow compass.

Husband a lie, and trump it up in some extraordinary emergency.