Silence is become his mother tongue.

This same philosophy is a good horse in the stable, but an arrant jade on a journey.

Good counsel rejected returns to enrich the givers bosom.

Modesty seldom resides in a breast that is not enriched with nobler virtues.

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.

There are some faults so nearly allied to excellence that we can scarce weed out the vice without eradicating the virtue.

Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began. Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And even his failings lean'd to Virtue's side.