Man is too near all kinds of beasts,--a fawning dog, a roaring lion, a thieving fox, a robbing wolf, a dissembling crocodile, a treacherous decoy, and a rapacious vulture.

"We may talk what we please," he cries in his enthusiasm for the oldest of the arts, "of lilies, and lions rampant, and spread eagles, in fields d'or or d'argent; but, if heraldry were guided by reason, a plough in a field arable would be the most noble and ancient arms."

The present is all the ready money Fate can give.

Build yourself a book-nest to forget the world without.

Acquaintance I would have, but when it depends; not on number, but the choice of friends.

Plenty, as well as Want, can separate friends.

The present is an eternal now.