Intemperance is the plaque of sensuality, and temperance is not its bane but its seasoning.

Other passions have objects to flatter them, and seem to content and satisfy them for a while; there is power in ambition, pleasure in luxury, and pelf in covetousness; but envy can gain nothing but vexation.

No noble thing can be done without risks.

It is far more probable that our senses should deceive us, than that an old woman should be carried up a chimney on a broom stick; and that it is far less astonishing that witnesses should lie, than that witches should perform the acts that were alleged.

We should spread joy, but, as far as we can, repress sorrow.

Why dost thou complain of this world? It detains thee not; thy own cowardice is the cause, if thou livest in pain.

It is for little souls, that truckle under the weight of affairs, not to know how clearly to disengage themselves, and not to know how to lay them aside and take them up again.