Vice is a peripatetic, always in progression.
Negligence is the rust of the soul that corrodes through all her best resolves.
There is no one subsists by himself alone.
Knowledge is the treasure of the mind, but discretion is the key to it, without which it is useless. The practical part of wisdom is the best.
He who would be singular in his apparel had need have something superlative to balance that affectation.
If ever I should affect injustice, it would be in this, that I might do courtesies and receive none.