Discontent is like ink poured into water, which fills the whole fountain full of blackness.

God has made no one absolute.

There is no detraction worse than to overpraise a man, for if his worth proves short of what report doth speak of him, his own actions are ever giving the lie to his honor.

Negligence is the rust of the soul that corrodes through all her best resolves.

Discontent is like ink poured into water, which fills the whole fountain full of blackness.

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.

There is no one subsists by himself alone.