What man in his right senses, that has wherewithal to live free, would make himself a slave for superfluities? What does that man want who has enough? Or what is he the better for abundance that can never be satisfied.

There is not one grain in the universe, either too much or too little, nothing to be added, nothing to be spared; nor so much as any one particle of it, that mankind may not be either the better or the worse for, according as it is applied.

He that serves God for Money, will serve the Devil for better Wages.

Imperfections would not be half so much taken notice of, if vanity did not make proclamation of them.

Intemperate wits will spare neither friend nor foe, and make themselves the common enemies of mankind.

Some people are all quality; you would think they are made up of nothing but title and genealogy. The stamp of dignity defaces in them the very character of humanity and transports them to such a degree of haughtiness that they reckon it below themselves to exercise either good nature or good manners.

Some natures are so sour and ungrateful that they are never to be obliged.