The worth of the mind consisteth not in going high, but in marching orderly.

Fortune does us neither good nor hurt; she only presents us the matter, and the seed, which our soul, more powerfully than she, turns and applies as she best pleases; being the sole cause and sovereign mistress of her own happy or unhappy condition.

God sends the cold according to the coat.

Only the fools are certain and assured.

There is some shadow of delight and delicacy which smiles upon and flatters us even in the very lap of melancholy.

The lack of wealth is easily repaired but the poverty of the soul is irreplaceable.

Oh, what a valiant faculty is hope, that in a mortal subject, and in a moment, makes nothing of usurping infinity, immensity, eternity, and of supplying its masters indigence, at its pleasure, with all things he can imagine or desire!