If you have no Honey in your Pot, have some in your Mouth.
We are a kind of posterity in respect to them.
I look upon death to be as necessary to our constitution as sleep. We shall rise refreshed in the morning.
The doorstep to the temple of wisdom is a knowledge of our own ignorance.
Squeamish stomachs cannot eat without pickles.
My refusing to eat meat occasioned inconveniency, and I have been frequently chided for my singularity. But my light repast allows for greater progress, for greater clearness of head and quicker comprehension.