Contemplation is necessary to generate an object, but action must propagate it.

The boundary of man is moderation. When once we pass that pale our guardian angel quits his charge of us.

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

Business is the salt of life, which not only gives a grateful smack to it, but dries up those crudities that would offend, preserves from putrefaction and drives off all those blowing flies that would corrupt it.

Virtue is the truest liberty.

Fear, if it be not immoderate, puts a guard about us that does watch and defend us; but credulity keeps us naked, and lays us open to all the sly assaults of ill-intending men: it was a virtue when man was in his innocence; but since his fall, it abuses those that own it.

Negligence is the rust of the soul that corrodes through all her best resolves.