Wisdom grows in quiet places.
A habit of debt is very injurious to the memory.
A drunkard is like a whiskey-bottle, all neck and belly and no head.
Civilization sails prettily like a child's rubber balloon until it hits a sharp object; then it is likely to collapse like the balloon.
Death is an antidote for this life, and it makes another more stable form of life which is insoluble in everything.
It is a mean thief or a successful author that plunders the dead.