Mutability is written upon all things.

Man spends his life in reasoning on the past, in complaining of the present, in fearing future.

There is nothing so unready as readiness of wit.

Rumor, once started, rushes on like a river, until it mingles with, and is lost in the sea.

Generally speaking, there is more wit than talent in the world. Society swarms with witty people who lack talent.

If poverty makes man groan, he yawns in opulence. When fortune exempts us from labor, nature overwhelms us with time.

Axioms are delightful in theory, but impossible in practice.