The path to Heaven is narrow, rough and full of wearisome and trying ascents, nor can it be trodden without great toil; and therefore wrong is their way, gross their error, and assured their ruin who, after the testimony of so many thousands of saints, will not learn where to settle their footing.

When Fortune smiles, I smile to think how quickly she will frown.

My mind to me an empire is.

Few have all they need, none all they wish.

Not where I breathe, but where I love, I live.

What thought can think, another thought can mend.

I wealthiest am when richest in remorse.