We hold death, poverty, and grief for our principal enemies; but this death, which some repute the most dreadful of all dreadful things, who does not know that others call it the only secure harbor from the storm and tempests of life, the sovereign good of nature, the sole support of liberty, and the common and sudden remedy of all evils?

We may so seize on virtue, that if we embrace it with an overgreedy and violent desire, it may become vicious.

How often, being moved under a false cause, if the person offending makes a good defense and presents us with a just excuse, are we angry against truth and innocence itself?

I look upon the too good opinion that man has of himself, as the nursing mother of all false opinions, both public and private.

My appetite comes to me while eating.

The virtue of the soul does not consist in flying high, but in walking orderly.

I am afraid that our eyes are bigger than our stomachs, and that we have more curiosity than understanding. We grasp at everything, but catch nothing except wind.