We pick our own sorrows out of the joys of other men, and from their sorrows likewise we derive our joys.

There is no man but for his own interest hath an obligation to be honest. There may be sometimes temptations to be otherwise; but, all cards cast up, he shall find it the greatest ease, the highest profit, the best pleasure, the most safety, and the noblest fame, to hold the horns of this altar, which, in all assays, can in himself protect him.

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

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

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.

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

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