It makes me hate accepting things that are probable when they are held up before me as infallibly true. I prefer these words which tone down and modify the hastiness of our propositions: "Perhaps, In some sort, Some, They say, I think," and the like.

Pride dwells in the thought; the tongue can have but a very little share in it.

It is setting a high value upon our opinions to roast men and women alive on account of them.

All passions that suffer themselves to be relished and digested are but moderate.

Of all our infirmities, the most savage is to despise our being.

But the touch or company of any man whatsoever stirreth up their heat, which in their solitude was hushed and quiet, and lay as cinders raked up in ashes.

Death pays all debts.