. . . this life is a perpetual chequer-work of good and evil, pleasure and pain. When in possession of what we desire, we are only so much the nearer losing it; and when at a distance from it, we live in expectation of enjoying it again.

There is nobody who is not dangerous for someone.

Reason bears disgrace, courage combats it, patience surmounts it.

I fear nothing so much as a man who is witty all day long.

Long life will sometimes obscure the star of fame.

When we reckon without Providence, we must frequently reckon twice.

It is a disgraceful thing to be ignorant.