There is no avoidance in delay.

The moving light, rejoicing in its strength, Sped from the pyre of pine, and urged its way, In golden glory, like some strange new sun.

There are times when fear is good. It must keep its watchful place at the heart's controls.

Neither a life of anarchy nor a life under a despot should you praise. To all that lies in the middle has a god given excellence.

Be it mine to draw from wisdom's fount, pure as it flows, that calm of soul which virtue only knows.

Pleasantest of all ties is the tie of host and guest.

A prosperous fool is a grievous burden.