Death borders upon our birth, and our cradle stands in the grave.

We must first pray, that God would make us wise; before we can wish, he would make us happy.

He is a very humble man, that thinks not himself better than some others.

Moderation is the silken string running through the pearl chain of all virtues.

What fools are we, to be besotted with the love of our own trouble, and to hate our liberty and rest!

A man’s opinion is in others; his being is in himself.

And, if I were so low that I accounted myself the worst of all, yet some would account themselves in worse case.

Let me know myself; let others guess at me.

Perfection is the child of time.

He is great enough that is his own master.

A reputation once broken may possibly be repaired, but the world will always keep their eyes on the spot where the crack was.

Let others either envy or pity me; I care not, so long as I enjoy myself.