Our weaknesses are the indigenous produce of our characters; but our strength is the forced fruit.

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

Wit is the lightning of the mind, reason the sunshine, and reflection the moonlight.

People are always willing to follow advice when it accords with their own wishes.

Tears may be dried up, but the heart - never.

Heaven sends us misfortunes as a moral tonic.

Haste is always ungraceful.