The boundary of man is moderation. When once we pass that pale our guardian angel quits his charge of us.

Honesty is a warrant of far more safety than fame.

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

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.

Promises may get friends, but it is performance that must nurse and keep them.

Fear, if it be not immoderate, puts a guard about us that does watch and defend us; but credulity keeps us naked, and lays us open to all the sly assaults of ill-intending men: it was a virtue when man was in his innocence; but since his fall, it abuses those that own it.

He that despairs degrades the Deity, and seems to intimate that He is insufficient, or not just to His word; and in vain hath read the scriptures, the world, and man.