Experience finds few of the scenes that lively hope designs.

Life is not measured by the time we live.

There is no mind so weak and powerless as not to have its inclinations, and none so guarded as to be without its prepossessions.

Good is done by degrees.

With eye upraised his master's look to scan, The joy, the solace, and the aid of man: The rich man's guardian and the poor man's friend, The only creature faithful to the end.

To the house of a friend if you're pleased to retire, You must all things admit, you must all things admire; You must pay with observance the price of your treat, You must eat what is praised, and must praise what you eat.

Who often reads, will sometimes wish to write.