Heaven sends us misfortunes as a moral tonic.

Men are capable of making great sacrifices, who are not willing to make the lesser ones, on which so much of the happiness of life depends. The great sacrifices are seldom called for, but the minor ones are in daily requisition; and the making them with cheerfulness and grace enhances their value.

Life would be as insupportable without the prospect of death, as it would be without sleep.

Pleasure is like a cordial - a little of it is not injurious, but too much destroys.

The vices of the rich and great are mistaken for error; and those of the poor and lowly, for crimes.

We are more prone to murmur at the punishment of our faults than to lament them.

Those can most easily dispense with society who are the most calculated to adorn it; they only are dependent on it who possess no mental resources, for though they bring nothing to the general mart, like beggars, they are too poor to stay at home.