It is not sin that kills the soul, but impenitence.

The idle man is the devil's cushion.

It is not the bee's touching on the flowers that gathers the honey, but her abiding for a time upon them, and drawing out the sweet.

I have seldom seen much ostentation and much learning met together. The sun, rising and declining, makes long shadows; at mid day, when he is highest, none at all.

For every bad there might be a worse; and when one breaks his leg let him be thankful it was not his neck.

Let me know myself; let others guess at me.

Words are as they are taken, and things are as they are used. There are even cursed blessings.