Prayer is the slender nerve that moves the muscle of omnipotence.

The seeds of first instructions are dropp’d into the deepest furrows.

Who can wrestle against Sleep? – Yet is that giant very gentleness.

A juggler’s skill hath been long years alearning.

Extravagance is the rich man’s pitfall.

Hope and be happy that all’s for the best!

Men scanning the surface count the wicked happy; they see not the frightful dreams that crowd a bad man’s pillow.

Speech is reason’s brother, and a kingly prerogative of man.

Economy, the poor man’s mint.

Life is as the current spark on the miner’s wheel of flints; While it spinneth, there is light; stop it, all is darkness.