Wicked Companions Invite Us To Hell.

We Must Eat To Live, And Not Live To Eat.

Nothing Can Be So Quick And Sudden As The Operations Of The Mind, Especially When Hope, Or Fear, Or Jealousy, To Which The Other Two Are But Journeymen, Set It To Work.

Every Physician Almost Hath His Favourite Disease.

It Hath Been Often Said, That It Is Not Death, But Dying, Which Is Terrible.

The Good Or Evil We Confer On Others Very Often, I Believe, Recoils On Ourselves; For As Men Of A Benign Disposition Enjoy Their Own Acts Of Beneficence Equally With Those To Whom They Are Done, So There Are Scarce Any Natures So Entirely Diabolical As To Be Capable Of Doing Injuries Without Paying Themselves Some Pangs For The Ruin Which They Bring On Their Fellow-creatures.