Vice is contagious, and there is no trusting the sound and the sick together.

It is only luxury and avarice that make poverty grievous to us; for it is a very small matter that does our business, and when we have provided against cold, hunger, and thirst, all the rest is but vanity and excess.

There is as much greatness of mind in the owning of a good turn as in the doing of it; and we must no more force a requital out of season than be wanting in it.

Luck never made a man wise.

Nothing is void of God, his work is everywhere his full of himself.

I persist on praising not the life I lead, but that which I ought to lead. I follow it at a mighty distance, crawling

We should every night call ourselves to an account: What infirmity have I mastered today? What passions opposed? What temptation resisted? What virtue acquired? Our vices will abate of themselves if they be brought every day to the shrift.