I am like a book, with pages that have stuck together for want of use: my mind needs unpacking and the truths stored within must be turned over from time to time, to be ready when occasion demands.

I do not distinguish by the eye, but by the mind, which is the proper judge of the man.

He who forbids not sin when he may, commands it

Be silent as to services you have rendered, but speak of favours you have received.

Every guilty person is his own hangman.

The bounty of nature is too little for the greedy person.

The day which we fear as our last is but the birthday of eternity.