If you woo the company of the angels in your waking hours, they will be sure to come to you in your sleep.

It seems no more than right that men should seize time by the forelock, for the rude old fellow, sooner or later, pulls all their hair out.

Some men's ugliness is hard to beat.

A friend you have to buy won't be worth what you pay for him.

Time knows not the weight of sleep or weariness, and night's deep darkness has no chain to bind his rushing pinion.

Courage, like cowardice, is undoubtedly contagious, but some persons are not liable to catch it.

Some men give as little light in the world as a farthing tallow candle, and when they expire, leave as bad an odor behind them.