Summer passes into autumn in some unimaginable point of time, like the turning of a leaf.

I am not afraid of praise, for I have practiced it on myself.

Men are born to succeed, not to fail.

That is a pathetic inquiry among travelers and geographers after the site of ancient Troy. It is not near where they think it is.When a thing is decayed and gone, how indistinct must be the place it occupied!

All questions rely on the present for their solution. Time measures nothing but itself. The word that is written may be postponed,but not that on the lip. If this is what the occasion says, let the occasion say it.

A healthy man, indeed, is the complement of the seasons, and in winter, summer is in his heart.

An unclean person is universally a slothful one.