Pretences go a great way with men that take fair words and magisterial looks for current payment.

Live and let live is the rule of common justice.

By one delay after another they spin out their whole lives, till there's no more future left for them.

Some read books only with a view to find fault, while others read only to be taught; the former are like venomous spiders, extracting a poisonous quality, where the latter, like the bees, sip out a sweet and profitable juice.

Men talk as if they believed in God, but they live as if they thought there was none; their vows and promises are no more than words, of course.

Resolve to see the world on the sunny side and you have almost won the battle at the outset.

The very soul of the slothful does effectually but lie drowsing in his body, and the whole man is totally given up to his senses.