A man may be so much of everything that he is nothing of anything.

When a man marries a widow his jealousies revert to the past: no man is as good as his wife says her first husband was

I am not so lost in lexicography as to forget that words are the daughters of earth, and that things are the sons of heaven.

He that voluntarily continues in ignorance, is guilty of all the crimes which ignorance produces.

Idleness is often covered by turbulence and hurry. He that neglects his known duty and real employment naturally endeavours to crowd his mind with something that may bar out the remembrance of his own folly, and does any thing but what he ought to do with eager diligence, that he may keep himself in his own favour.

God Himself, sir, does not propose to judge a man until his life is over. Why should you and I?

No man is without some quality, by the due application of which he might deserve well of the world; and whoever he be that has but little in his power should be in haste to do that little, lest he be confounded with him that can do nothing.