William Penn

Knowledge is the treasure, but judgment is the treasurer of the one who is wise.

Humility and knowledge in poor clothes excel pride and ignorance in costly attire.

As Puppets are to Men, and Babies to Children, so is Man’s Workmanship to God’s: We are the Picture, he the Reality.

If you protect a man from folly, you will soon have a nation of fools.

Passion is a sort of fever in the mind, which ever leaves us weaker than it found us.

If thou rise with an Appetite, thou art sure never to sit down without one.

Like bees, they must put their lives into the sting they give.

You cannot do a kindness too soon, for you never know how soon it will be too late.

There are no conditions to which a person cannot grow accustomed, especially if he sees that everyone around him lives in the same way.

Far too many executives have become more concerned with the four P’s – pay, perks, power and prestige – rather than making profits for shareholders.

To succeed in the other trades, capacity must be shown; in the law, concealment of it will do.

Riding a horse is not a gentle hobby, to be picked up and laid down like a game of solitaire. It is a grand passion. It seizes a person whole and once it has done so, he/she will have to accept that his life will be radically changed.

All that appears is devoid of independent existence, just like a magical apparition or a dream.

There are nine hundred and ninety-nine patrons of virtue to one virtuous man.

We are apt to love praise, but not deserve it. But if we would deserve it, we must love virtue more than that.

People of great position are servants times three, servants of their country, servants of fame, and servants of business.

Must be out-of-doors enough to get experience of wholesome reality, as a ballast to thought and sentiment. Health requires this relaxation, this aimless life.

A man sits as many risks as he runs.

The power of love, as the basis of a State, has never been tried.

A man must make his opportunity, as oft as find it.

There is still vitality under the winter snow, even though to the casual eye it seems to be dead.