If you have no Honey in your Pot, have some in your Mouth.
Reading was the only amusement I allowed myself
On being asked what condition of man he considered the most pitiable: A lonesome man on a rainy day who does not know how to read.
They that will not be counseled, cannot be helped. If you do not hear reason she will rap you on the knuckles.
What one relishes, nourishes.
Remember, that six pounds a year is but a groat a day.