God has made no one absolute.

Men are like wine,--not good before the lees of clownishness be settled.

All men will be Peters in their bragging tongue, and most men will be Peters in their base denial; but few men will be Peters in their quick repentance.

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

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

It is a most unhappy state to be at a distance with God: man needs no greater infelicity than to be left to himself.

Time is like a ship which never anchors; while I am on board, I had better do those things that may profit me at my landing, than practice such as shall cause my commitment when I come ashore.