Success soon palls. The joyous time is when the breeze first strikes your sails, and the waters rustle under your bows.

To make pleasures pleasant shorten them.

All movement, of every creature, comes from the desire after something better.

Pounds are the sons, not of pounds, but of pence.

Few things are more bitter than to feel bitter.

All high truth is poetry. Take the results of science: they glow with beauty, cold and hard as are the methods of reaching them.

I once met a man who had forgiven an injury. I hope some day to meet the man who has forgiven an insult.