Tis not necessity, but opinion, that makes men miserable; and when we come to be fancy-sick, there's no cure.

Wickedness may prosper for awhile, but in the long run, he that sets all the knaves at work will pay them.

We never think of the main business of life till a vain repentance minds us of it at the wrong end.

It is one of the vexatious mortifications of a studious man to have his thoughts disordered by a tedious visit.

Avarice is insatiable, and is always pushing on for more.

Nothing is so fierce but love will soften; nothing so sharp-sighted in other matters but it will throw a mist before its eyes.

It is not the place, nor the condition, but the mind alone what it compares its situation to that can make anyone happy or miserable. Compare it to something better - result envy, frustration and sadness. Compare it to something worse - relief, gratitude and happiness.