I have sometimes thought that people are, in a sort, happy, that nothing can put out of countenance with themselves, though they neither have nor merit other people's.

Death is but crossing the world, as friends do the seas; they live in one another still.

Is it reasonable to take it ill, that anybody desires of us that which is their own? All we have is the Almighty's; and shall not God have his own when he calls for it?

I know no religion that destroys courtesy, civility, and kindness.

And he that is taught to live upon little, owes more to his father's wisdom, than he that has a great deal left him, does to his father's care.

Sense shines with double lustre when set in humility.

Some are so very studious of learning what was done by the ancients that they know not how to live with the moderns.