Every one's true worship was that which he found in use in the place where he chanced to be.

I want death to find me planting my cabbages, but careless of death, and still more of my unfinished garden.

Honesty is a question of right and wrong, not a matter of policy

Marriage is like a cage; one sees the birds outside desperate to get in, and those inside equally desperate to get out.

Vice leaves repentance in the soul, like an ulcer in the flesh, which is always scratching and lacerating itself; for reason effaces all other griefs and sorrows, but it begets that of repentance.

There is nothing on which men are commonly more intent than on making a way for their opinions.

A man should not so much respect what he eats, as with whom he eats.