Honest men are the soft easy cushions on which knaves repose and fatten.

Let us embrace, and from this very moment vow an eternal misery together.

Cowards are scared with threatenings; boys are whipped into confession; but a steady mind acts of itself, ne'er asks the body counsel.

No praying, it spoils business.

Clocks will go as they are set, but man, irregular man, is never constant, never certain.

Ambition is a lust that is never quenched, but grows more inflamed and madder by enjoyment.

Honesty needs no disguise nor ornament; be plain.