We all sorely complain of the shortness of time, and yet have much more than we know what to do with. Our lives are either spent in doing nothing at all, or in doing nothing to the purpose, or in doing nothing that we ought to do. We are always complaining that our days are few, and acting as though there would be no end of them.

Those that are a friend to themselves are sure to be a friend to all.

Fate leads the willing, and drags along the reluctant.

To rule yourself is the ultimate power

The wish for healing has always been half of health.

Money does all things for reward. Some are pious and honest as long as they thrive upon it, but if the devil himself gives better wages, they soon change their party.

What's the good of dragging up sufferings which are over, of being unhappy now just because you were then.