Science stands, a too competant servant, behind her wrangling underbred masters, holding out resources, devices, and remedies they are too stupid to use. ... And on its material side, a modern Utopia must needs present these gifts as taken.
There is an hour wherein a man might be happy all his life, could he find it.
An ill deed cannot bring honor.
Fine dressing is a foule house swept before the doores.
It's a bold mouse that nestles in the catts eare.
He is not poore that hath little, but he that desireth much.