Money is a terrible blab; she will betray the secrets of her owner, whatever he do to gag her. His virtues will creep out in her whisper; his vices she will cry aloud at the top of her tongue.

Castles in the air cost a vast deal to keep up.

The world thinks eccentricity in great things is genius, but in small things, only crazy.

Evening is the delight of virtuous age; it seems an emblem of the tranquil close of busy life--serene, placid, and mild, with the impress of its great Creator stamped upon it; it spreads its quiet wings over the grave, and seems to promise that all shall be peace beyond it.

He who sees his heir in his own child, carries his eye over hopes and possessions lying far beyond his gravestone, viewing his life, even here, as a period but closed with a comma. He who sees his heir in another man's child sees the full stop at the end of the sentence.

Leave glory to great folks. Ah, castles in the air cost a vast deal to keep up!

If you are in doubt whether to write a letter or not, don't. And the advice applies to many doubts in life besides that of letter writing.