Man, living, feeling man, is the easy sport of the over-mastering present.
Time consecrates; and what is gray with age becomes religion.
If yon wish to be like the gods on earth, to be free in the realms of the dead, pluck not the fruit from the garden! In appearance it may glisten to the eye; but the perishable pleasure of possession quickly avenges the curse of curiosity.
Cling to thy native land, for it is the land of thy fathers?
There is a nobility in the world of manners.
Wine invents nothing; it only tattles.