Winter does not work only on a broad scale; he is careful in trifles.

Every day travels toward death; the last only arrives at it.

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.

It is a characteristic of pleasure that we can never recognize it to be pleasure till after it is gone.

Everything is sweetened by risk.

Sweet April's tears, Dead on the hem of May.