To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm, than all the gloss of art.

Want of prudence is too frequently the want of virtue.

Unequal combinations are always disadvantageous to the weaker side.

Silence gives consent.

I do not love a man who is zealous for nothing.

Mortifications are often more painful than real calamities.

Conscience is a coward, and those faults it has not strength enough to prevent it seldom has justice enough to accuse.