How many would die did not hope sustain them.

When two friends part they should lock up one another's secrets, and interchange their keys.

Vice is a peripatetic, always in progression.

Business is the salt of life, which not only gives a grateful smack to it, but dries up those crudities that would offend, preserves from putrefaction and drives off all those blowing flies that would corrupt it.

Virtue dwells at the head of a river, to which we cannot get but by rowing against the stream.

Perfection is immutable. But for things imperfect, change is the way to perfect them.

He that, when he should not, spends too much, shall, when he would not, have too little to spend.