Debt is a prolific mother of folly and of crime.
We make our own fortune and call it destiny.
The stage is a supplement to the pulpit, where virtue, according to Plato's sublime idea, moves our love and affection when made visible to the eye.
The originality of a subject is in its treatment.
The choicest pleasures of life lie within the ring of moderation.
Destiny bears us to our lot, and destiny is perhaps our own will.