A place for everything, everything in its place.

How much more than necessary do we spend in sleep, forgetting that the sleeping fox catches no poultry, and that there will be sleeping enough in the grave, as Poor Richard says.

Take time for all things: great haste makes great waste.

How few there are who have courage enough to own their faults, or resolution enough to mend them.

He that falls in love with himself will have no rivals.

Those who would give up essential liberty to purchase a little temporary safety, deserve neither liberty nor safety.