Surely, if we considered detraction to be bred of envy, nested only in deficient minds, we should find that the applauding of virtue would win us far more honor than the seeking slyly to disparage it. That would show we loved what we commended, while this tells the world we grudge at what we want in ourselves.

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

For converse among men, beautiful persons have less need of the mind's commending qualities. Beauty in itself is such a silent orator, that it is ever pleading for respect and liking, and by the eyes of others is ever sending, to their hearts for love.

It is much safer to reconcile an enemy than to conquer him; victory may deprive him of his poison, but reconciliation of his will.

When two friends part they should lock up one another's secrets, and interchange their keys.

Take heed of a speedy professing friend; love is never lasting which flames before it burns.

Vice is a peripatetic, always in progression.