Everything runs to excess; every good quality is noxious if unmixed.
Our reliance on the physician is a kind of despair of ourselves.
The cure for false theology is motherwit. Forget your books and traditions, and obey your moral perceptions at this hour.
Every man's nature is a sufficient advertisement to him of the character of his fellows.
Treat your friend as a spectacle.
Why should I cumber myself with regrets that the receiver is not capacious? It never troubles the sun that some of his rays fall wide and vain into ungrateful space, and only a small part on the reflecting planet. Let your greatness educate the crude and cold companion.