Amongst all other vices there is none I hate more than cruelty, both by nature and judgment, as the extremest of all vices.
The body enjoys a great share in our being, and has an eminent place in it. Its structure and composition, therefore, are worthy of proper consideration.
Most men are rich in borrowed sufficiency: a man may very well say a good thing, give a good answer, cite a good sentence, without at all seeing the force of either the one or the other.
The relish of good and evil depends in a great measure upon the opinion we have of them.
He that I am reading seems always to have the most force.
Rash and incessant scolding runs into custom and renders itself despised.
Some men seem remarkable to the world in whom neither their wives nor their valets saw anything extraordinary. Few men have been admired by their servants.
No man divulges his revenue, or at least which way it comes in: but every one publishes his acquisitions.
All passions that suffer themselves to be relished and digested are but moderate.
Opinion is a powerful party, bold, and without measure.
The most unhappy and frail creatures are men and yet they are the proudest.
Is there a polity better ordered, the offices better distributed, and more inviolably observed and maintained, than that of bees?
The judgment is an utensil proper for all subjects, and will have an oar in everything.
We easily enough confess in others an advantage of courage, strength, experience, activity, and beauty; but an advantage in judgment we yield to none.
It is much more easy to accuse the one sex than to excuse the other.
We cannot do without it, and yet we disgrace and vilify the same. It may be compared to a cage, the birds without despair to get in, and those within despair to get out.
Long life, and short, are by death made all one; for there is no long, nor short, to things that are no more.
Tis the taste of effeminacy that disrelishes ordinary and accustomed things.
The general order of things that takes care of fleas and moles also takes care of men, if they will have the same patience that fleas and moles have, to leave it to itself.
Pride dwells in the thought; the tongue can have but a very little share in it.