A drunkard is like a whiskey-bottle, all neck and belly and no head.
Many a man wins glory for prudence by seeking advice, then seeking advice as to what advice would be best to take, and finally following appetite.
Moral progress is a process of isolation; the mountain tops are lonely.
Those who listen to lies lose the ability to hear the truth.
It is a mean thief or a successful author that plunders the dead.
The smaller the head, the bigger the dream.