“No man is greatly jealous who is not in some measure guilty.”

That power is in vain which is never in use.

Truth is not only a man’s ornament but his instrument; it is the great man’s glory, and the poor man’s stock: a man’s truth is his livelihood, his recommendation, his letters of credit.

Those who live not by law would be justified by Custom: but, as common practice is the worst teacher that ever was, so the truth and goodness of things is not to be estimated by the entertainment and acceptance they find in the world.

Repentance doth alter a man’s case with God: and therefore repentance should alter the case between one man and another.

The most that any of us know, is the least of that which is to be known.

What is Perfected hereafter, must be begun here.

He that would have the perfection of pleasure must be moderate in the use of it.

The State of Grace and the Life of Sin are incompatibilities.

The government of man should be the monarchy of reason: it is too often the democracy of passions or the anarchy of humors.

There is nothing more unnatural to religion than contentions about it.

Riches are but a means, or instrument; and the virtue of an instrument lies in its use.

The sense of repentance is better assurance of pardon than the testimony of an angel.

Either be a true friend or a mere stranger: a true friend will delight to do good–a mere stranger will do no harm.

The more mysterious, the more imperfect; as darkness is, in comparison with light–so is mystery, in comparison with knowledge.

There is no better way to learn than to teach.

Every profession does imply a trust for the service of the public.

Go forward while you can, but if your strength fails you, sit down near the road and gaze without anger or envy at those who pass by. They don’t have far to go, either.

How jealous I am of the sun, who gets to kiss you each morning before I do.

Things are not to be judged good or bad merely because the public think so.

In love, Jealousy is the great exaggerator.

O jealousy! thou magnifier of trifles.

Music is something that takes you to a world which is very different from the world of hatred,jealousy, and all those negative emotions

It was the first time I’d ever felt truly jealous of anyone else in my entire life.

How can we explain the perpetuity of envy–a vice which yields no return?