Sharp and fell remorse, the offspring of my sin! Why do you, O God, lacerate my heart so late? Why, O boding cries, that scream so close to me,--why do I listen to you now, and never heard you before?

If you wish to behold God, you may see Him in every object around; search in your breast, and you will find Him there. And if you do not yet perceive where He dwells, confute me, if you can, and say where He is not.

An old warrior is never in haste to strike the blow.

It is the just decree of Heaven that a traitor never sees his danger till his ruin is at hand.

Cowards' weapons neither cut nor pierce.

We are like vessels tossed on the bosom of the deep; our passions are the winds that sweep us impetuously forward; each pleasure is a rock; the whole life is a wide ocean. Reason is the pilot to guide us, but often allows itself to be led astray by the storms of pride.

If the internal griefs of every man could be read, written on his forehead, how many who now excite envy would appear to be the objects of pity?