See ye not, Courtesy is the true Alchemy, turning to gold all it touches and tries?
The well of true wit is truth itself.
Published memoirs indicate the end of a man's activity, and that he acknowledges the end.
Chance works for us when we are good captains.
The stench of the trail of Ego in our History. It is ego - ego, the fountain cry, origin, sole source of war.
Not till the fire is dying in the grate, Look we for any kinship with the stars. Oh, wisdom never comes when it is gold, And the great price we paid for it full worth: We have it only when we are half earth. Little avails that coinage to the old!