Heaven hath many tongues to talk of it, more eyes to behold it, but few hearts that rightly affect it.

What fools are we, to be besotted with the love of our own trouble, and to hate our liberty and rest!

If religion might be judged of according to men's intentions, there would scarcely be any idolatry in the world.

There would not be so many open mouths if there were not so many open ears.

Our body is a well-set clock, which keeps good time, but if it be too much or indiscreetly tampered with, the alarm runs out before the hour.

Nothing fools people as much as extreme passion.

Garments that have once one rent in them are subject to be torn on every nail, and glasses that are once cracked are soon broken; such is man's good name once tainted with just reproach.