People seek within a short span of life to satisfy a thousand desires, each of which is insatiable.

We are all sure of two things, at least; we shall suffer and we shall all die.

A silent address is the genuine eloquence of sincerity.

The soul may be compared to a field of battle, where the armies are ready every moment to encounter. Not a single vice but has a more powerful opponent, and not one virtue but may be overborne by a combination of vices.

The ambitious are forever followed by adulation for they receive the most pleasure from flattery.

If the soul be happily disposed, every thing becomes capable of affording entertainment, and distress will almost want a name.

There is probably no country so barbarous that would not disclose all it knew, if it received equivalent information; and I am apt to think that a person who was ready to give more knowledge than he received would be welcome wherever he came.