Worldly wealth is the Devil's bait; and those whose minds feed upon riches recede, in general, from real happiness, in proportion as their stores increase, as the moon, when she is fullest, is farthest from the sun.
[T]hou canst not think worse of me than I do of myself.
Melancholy can be overcome only by melancholy.
What a glut of books! Who can read them?
Old friends become bitter enemies on a sudden for toys and small offenses.
Let thy fortune be what it will, 'tis thy mind alone that makes thee poor or rich, miserable or happy.