If we do not find anything very pleasant, at least we shall find something new.
Heaven and earth fight in vain against a dunce!
Man is made of ordinary things, and habit is his nurse.
Arrow-swift the present sweepeth, and motionless forever stands the past.
The iron chain and the silken cord are both equally bonds.
Rigor pushed too far is sure to miss its aim, however good, as the bow snaps that is bent too stiffly.