To Love God, Which Was A Thing

If We Lived In A State Where Virtue Was Profitable, Common Sense Would Make Us Saintly. But Since We See That Avarice, Anger, Pride And Stupidity Commonly Profit Far Beyond Charity, Modesty, Justice And Thought, Perhaps We Must Stand Fast A Little, Even At The Risk Of Being Heroes.

It's A Poor Doctor Who Can't Cure One Disease Without Giving You Another.

There Are Dreadful Punishments Enacted Against Thieves, But It Were Much Better To Make Such Good Provisions By Which Every Man Might Be Put In A Method How To Live, And So Be Preserved From The Fatal Necessity Of Stealing And Of Dying For It.

Pride Measures Prosperity Not By Her Own Advantages But By The Disadvantages Of Others. She Would Not Even Wish To Be A Goddess Unless There Were Some Wretches Left Whom She Could Order About And Lord It Over, Whose Misery Would Make Her Happiness Seem All The More Extraordinary, Whose Poverty Can Be Tormented And Exacerbated By A Display Of Her Wealth. This Infernal Serpent, Pervading The Human Heart, Keeps Men From Reforming Their Lives, Holding Them Back Like A Suckfish.

Take Something From Yourself, To Give To Another, That Is Humane And Gentle And Never Takes Away As Much Comfort As It Brings Again.