We cannot be guilty of a greater act of uncharitableness, than to interpret the afflictions which befall our neighbors as punishments and judgments.

The time never lies heavy upon him; it is impossible for him to be alone.

What an absurd thing it is to pass over all the valuable parts of a man, and fix our attention on his infirmities.

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

The woman that deliberates is lost.

I... recommend to every one of my Readers, the keeping a Journal of their Lives for one Week, and setting down punctually their whole Series of Employments during that Space of Time. This kind of Self-Examination would give them a true State of themselves, and incline them to consider seriously what they are about. One Day would rectifie the Omissions of another, and make a Man weigh all those indifferent Actions, which, though they are easily forgotten, must certainly be accounted for.

Love is a second life; it grows into the soul, warms every vein, and beats in every pulse.