Chance is the providence of adventurers.

Solitude is the best nurse of wisdom.

Whatever stress some may lay upon it, a death-bed repentance is but a weak and slender plank to trust our all on.

Shall we for ever make new books, as apothecaries make new mixtures, by pouring only out of one vessel into another?

There are few instances of the exercise of particular virtues which seem harder to attain to, or which appear more amiable and engaging in themselves, than those of moderation and the forgiveness of injuries.

So much of motion, is so much of life, and so much of joy, and to stand still, or get on but slowly, is death and the devil.

God tempers the wind to the shorn lamb.