A man's opinion is in others; his being is in himself.
How endless is that volume which God hath written of the world! Every creature is a letter, every day a new page.
A good man is kinder to his enemy than bad men are to their friends.
For every bad there might be a worse; and when one breaks his leg let him be thankful it was not his neck.
Perfection is the child of time.
We are often infinitely mistaken, and take the falsest measures, when we envy the happiness of rich and great men; we know not the inward canker that eats out all their joy and delight, and makes them really much more miserable than ourselves.