Passion is a sort of fever in the mind, which ever leaves us weaker than it found us.

Above all things endeavor to breed them up the love of virtue, and that holy plain way of it which we have lived in, that the world in no part of it get into my family. I had rather they we're homely than finely bred as to outward behavior; yet I love sweetness mixed with gravity, and cheerfulness tempered with sobriety.

Where charity keeps pace with gain, industry is blessed.

We are apt to love praise, but not deserve it. But if we would deserve it, we must love virtue more than that.

Where thou art Obliged to speak, be sure speak the Truth: For Equivocation is half way to Lying, as Lying, the whole way to Hell.

Nothing but a good life can fit men for a better one hereafter.

Passion is a sort of fever in the mind, which ever leaves us weaker than it found us.