God has made no one absolute.

Virtue were a kind of misery if fame were all the garland that crowned her.

I love the man that is modestly valiant; that stirs not till he most needs, and then to purpose. A continued patience I commend not.

Praise has different effects, according to the mind it meets with; it makes a wise man modest, but a fool more arrogant, turning his weak brain giddy.

A sentence well couched takes both the sense and understanding. I love not those cart-rope speeches that are longer than the memory of man can fathom.

If ever I should affect injustice, it would be in this, that I might do courtesies and receive none.

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