Human truth is always soiled with falsehood.
A habit of debt is very injurious to the memory.
Religion often gets credit for curing rascals when old age is the real medicine.
Moral progress is a process of isolation; the mountain tops are lonely.
Death is an antidote for this life, and it makes another more stable form of life which is insoluble in everything.
Some men, like a wet dog, sprinkle a shower of advice over you when you are least prepared for a bath.