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

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

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.

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.

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.

Men are not to be judged by their looks, habits, and appearances; but by the character of their lives and conversations, and by their works.

He that would live clear of envy must lay his finger on his mouth, and keep his hand out of the ink-pot.