It is the mind that maketh good or ill, That maketh wretch or happy, rich or poor.

We find our energies are actually cramped when we are overanxious to succeed.

If I speak of myself in different ways, that is because I look at myself in different ways.

Fear sometimes adds wings to the heels, and sometimes nails them to the ground, and fetters them from moving.

What we are told of the inhabitants of Brazil, that they never die but of old age, is attributed to the tranquility and serenity of their climate; I rather attribute it to the tranquility and serenity of their souls, which are free from all passion, thought, or any absorbing and unpleasant labors. Those people spend their lives in an admirable simplicity and ignorance, without letters, without law, without king, without any manner of religion.

Tis well for old age that it is always accompanied with want of perception, ignorance, and a facility of being deceived. For should we see how we are used and would not acquiesce, what would become of us?

Other people do not see you at all, but guess at you by uncertain conjectures.