How shall I be able to rule over others, that have not full power and command of myself?

But where are the snows of last year? That was the greatest concern of Villon, the Parisian poet.

The Lord forbid that I should be out of debt, as if indeed I could not be trusted.

Science without conscience is the soul's perdition.

There are more old drunkards than old physicians.

Half the world does not know how the other half lives.

I am going to seek a great perhaps.