The covetous man never has money. The prodigal will have none shortly.
Good men are the stars, the planets of the ages wherein they live, and illustrate the times.
A thankful man owes a courtesy ever; the unthankful but when he needs it.
Ambition, like a torrent, never looks back.
A new disease? I know not, new or old, but it may well be called poor mortals plague for, like a pestilence, it doth infect the houses of the brain till not a thought, or motion, in the mind, be free from the black poison of suspect.
A good poet's made as well as born.