To me avarice seems not so much a vice as a deplorable piece of madness.

Light is but the shadow of God.

How shall we expect charity towards others, when we are uncharitable to ourselves?

Sleep is death's younger brother, and so like him, that I never dare trust him without my prayers.

Grave-stones tell truth scarce forty years. Generations pass while families last not three oaks.

The long habit of living indisposeth us for dying.

Where we desire to be informed 'tis good to contest with men above ourselves; but to confirm and establish our opinions, 'tis best to argue with judgments below our own, that the frequent spoils and victories over their reasons may settle in ourselves an esteem and confirmed opinion of our own.