Rich with the spoils of nature.

It is we that are blind, not fortune; because our eye is too dim to discern the mystery of her effects, we foolishly paint her blind, and hoodwink the providence of the Almighty.

As sins proceed they ever multiply, and like figures in arithmetic, the last stands for more than all that wert before it.

There is no man alone, because every man is a Microcosm, and carries the whole world about him.

I can cure the gout or stone in some, sooner than Divinity, Pride, or Avarice in others.

To ruminate upon evils, to make critical notes upon injuries, and be too acute in their apprehensions, is to add unto our own tortures, to feather the arrows of our enemies, to lash ourselves with the scorpions of our foes, and to resolve to sleep no more.

If riches increase, let thy mind hold pace with them; and think it not enough to be liberal, but munificent.