No man can purchase his virtue too dear, for it is the only thing whose value must ever increase with the price it has cost us. Our integrity is never worth so much as when we have parted with our all to keep it.

Mystery magnifies danger, as the fog does the sun.

No roads are so rough as those that have just been mended, so no sinners are so intolerant as those that have just turned saints.

Much may be done in those little shreds and patches of time, which every day produces, and which most men throw away, but which nevertheless will make at the e…