I wish I loved the human Race, I wish I loved its silly face, and when I’m introduced to one, I wish I thought “what jolly fun”!
Talking much is a sign of vanity, for the one who is lavish with words is cheap in deeds.
But from this earth, this grave, this dust, My God shall raise me up, I trust.
But true love is a durable fire, In the mind ever burning, Never sick, never old, never dead, From itself never turning.
So the heart be right, it is no matter which way the head lieth.
It is the nature of men having escaped one extreme, which by force they were constrained long to endure, to run headlong into the other extreme, forgetting that virtue doth always consist in the mean.
Remember, that if thou marry for beauty, thou bindest thyself all thy life for that which perchance will neither last nor please thee one year; and when thou hast it, it will be to thee of no price at all; for the desire dieth when it is attained, and the affection perisheth when it is satisfied.
Hatreds are the cinders of affection.
I shall never be persuaded that God hath shut up all light of learning within the lantern of Aristotle’s brain.
A man must first govern himself ere he is fit to govern a family; and his family ere he be fit to bear the government of the commonwealth.
This is a sharp medicine, but it is a physician for all diseases and miseries.
Trust few men; above all, keep your follies to yourself.
The gain of lying is, not to be trusted of any, nor to be believed when we speak the truth.
Take special care that thou never trust any friend or servant with any matter that may endanger thine estate; for so shalt thou make thyself a bond-slave to him that thou trustest, and leave thyself always to his mercy.
Whoever commands the sea, commands the trade; whosoever commands the trade of the world commands the riches of the world, and consequently the world itself.
Let valour end my life!
Silence in love betrays more woe – Than words though ne’er so witty; A beggar that is dumb, you know, may challenge double pity.
In a letter to a friend the thought is often unimportant, and the feeling, if it be only a desire to entertain him, every thing.