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

Reason and right give the quickest despatch.

For converse among men, beautiful persons have less need of the mind's commending qualities. Beauty in itself is such a silent orator, that it is ever pleading for respect and liking, and by the eyes of others is ever sending, to their hearts for love.

Some are so uncharitable as to think all women bad, and others are so credulous as to believe they are all good. All will grant her corporeal frame more wonderful and more beautiful than man's. And can we think God would put a worse soul into a better body?

Discontents are sometimes the better part of our life. I know not well which is the most useful; joy I may choose for pleasure, but adversities are the best for profit; and sometimes those do so far help me, as I should, without them, want much of the joy I have.

A combed writing will cost both sweat and the rubbing of the brain. And combed I wish it, not frizzled or curled.

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