Virtue is the truest liberty.

It is to be doubted whether he will ever find the way to heaven who desires to go thither alone.

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

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

He who would be singular in his apparel had need have something superlative to balance that affectation.

To go to law is for two persons to kindle a fire, at their own cost, to warm others and singe themselves to cinders; and because they cannot agree as to what is truth and equity, they will both agree to unplume themselves that others may be decorated with their feathers.

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.