An indiscreet man is more hurtful than an ill-natured one; for the latter will only attack his enemies, and those he wishes ill to; the other injures indifferently both friends and foes.
The generality of men expend the early part of their lives in contributing to render the latter part miserable.
Three things too much, and three too little are pernicious to man; to speak much, and know little; to spend much, and have little; to presume much, and be worth little.
For good and evil in our actions meet; wicked is not much worse than indiscreet.
Imprudence, silly talk, foolish vanity, and vain curiosity, are closely allied: they are children of one family.
Indiscretion, rashness, falsehood, levity, and malice produce each other.
Indiscretion and wickedness, be it known, are first cousins.
We waste our best years in distilling the sweetest flowers of life into potions, which, after all, do not immortalize, but only intoxicate.
We may outrun by violent swiftness that which we run at, and lose by overrunning.