I am the happiest man alive. I have that in me that can convert poverty to riches, adversity to prosperity, and I am more invulnerable than Archilles; Fortune hath not one place to hit me.
How shall we expect charity towards others, when we are uncharitable to ourselves?
Man is a noble animal, splendid in ashes, and pompous in the grave.
For God is like a skilfull Geometrician.
The religion of one seems madness unto another.
Charity But how shall we expect charity towards others, when we are uncharitable to ourselves? Charity begins at home, is the voice of the world; yet is every man his greatest enemy, and, as it were, his own executioner.