Time & Co. are, after all, the only quite honest and trustworthy publishers that we know.

There are nine hundred and ninety-nine patrons of virtue to one virtuous man.

While my friend was my friend, he flattered me, and I never heard the truth from him. When he became my enemy, he shot it to me on a poisoned arrow.

I make myself rich by making my wants few.

Having each some shingles of thought well dried, we sat and whittled them.

A man can suffocate on courtesy.

We seem but to linger in manhood to tell the dreams of our childhood, and they vanish out of memory ere we learn the language.