When prudence is only fear in disguise, its scruples cannot be conquered.
The better part of wisdom is a sublime prudence, a pure and patient truth that will receive nothing it is not sure it can permanently lay to heart.
So soon as prudence has begun to grow up in the brain, like a dismal fungus, it finds its first expression in a paralysis of generous acts.
Prudence is for those who intend to live long lives.
Prudence is a rich ugly old maid courted by Incapacity.
Prudence consists in being able to know the nature of the difficulties, and taking the least harmful as good.