The genius, wit, and the spirit of a nation are discovered by their proverbs.

The speaking in a perpetual hyperbole is comely in nothing but love.

The colors that show best by candlelight are white, carnation, and a kind of sea-water green.

Nothing opens the heart like a true friend, to whom you may impart griefs, joys, fears, hopes...and whatever lies upon the heart.

Men suppose their reason has command over their words; still it happens that words in return exercise authority on reason

Time is the author of authors.

Another argument of hope may be drawn from this-that some of the inventions already known are such as before they were discovered it could hardly have entered any man's head to think of; they would have been simply set aside as impossible. For in conjecturing what may be men set before them the example of what has been, and divine of the new with an imagination preoccupied and colored by the old; which way of forming opinions is very fallacious, for streams that are drawn from the springheads of nature do not always run in the old channels.