To think that the affairs of this life always remain in the same state is a vain presumption; indeed they all seem to be perpetually changing and moving in a circular course. Spring is followed by summer, summer by autumn, and autumn by winter, which is again followed by spring, and so time continues its everlasting round. But the life of man is ever racing to its end, swifter than time itself, without hope of renewal, unless in the next that is limitless and infinite.

There are only two families in the world, my old grandmother used to say, the Haves and the Have-nots.

Truth indeed rather alleviates than hurts, and will always bear up against falsehood, as oil does above water.

Everyone is as God has made him, and oftentimes a great deal worse.

You cannot eat your cake and have your cake.

Dine on little, and sup on less.

And for the citation of so many authors, 'tis the easiest thing in nature. Find out one of these books with an alphabetical index, and without any farther ceremony, remove it verbatim into your own... there are fools enough to be thus drawn into an opinion of the work; at least, such a flourishing train of attendants will give your book a fashionable air, and recommend it for sale.