There are men that are birds, and their raiment is trembling feathers, for they show their souls to everyone and everything that is ungentle or untutored or evil or mockery is as a rude stone cast at them, and they suffer all day long, or as Paul remarks they are slain every moment.
Man pines to live but cannot endure the days of his life.
Nothing in our times has become so unattractive as virtue.
Perhaps Samuel Johnson was a great man; he was certainly a drumbling one.
Every decision you make is a mistake.
I know sage, wormwood, and hyssop, but I can't smell character unless it stinks.