Few, if any, creatures are equally active all night.
Having each some shingles of thought well dried, we sat and whittled them.
. . . I was rich, if not in money, in sunny hours and summer days. . . .
Beware of any profession for which you must buy new clothes.
I have now a library of nearly nine hundred volumes, over seven hundred of which I wrote myself.
The only danger in Friendship is that it will end.