Paradise Lost is a book that, once put down, is very hard to pick up again.
We may take Fancy for a companion, but must follow Reason as our guide.
Probably no one will ever know whether it is better to wear a nightcap or not.
Sorrow is the mere rust of the soul. Activity will cleanse and brighten it.
Life is not long, and too much of it must not pass in idle deliberation how it shall be spent.
All to whom want is terrible, upon whatever principle, ought to think themselves obliged to learn the sage maxims of our parsimonious ancestors, and attain the salutary arts of contracting expense; for without economy none can be rich, and with it few can be poor.