The great man is the man who does a thing for the first time.
There is nothing good in this world which time does not improve.
There is a certain even-handed justice in Time; and for what he takes away he gives us something in return. He robs us of elasticity of limb and spirit, and in its place he brings tranquility and repose—the mild autumnal weather of the soul.
In my garden, care stops at the gate and gazes at me wistfully through the bars.
Winter does not work only on a broad scale; he is careful in trifles.
If you wish to preserve your secret, wrap it up in frankness.