Whoever benefits his enemy with straightforward intention that man's enemies will soon fold their hands in devotion.

No man is so poor as to have nothing worth giving.

I dislike an eye that twinkles like a star. Those only are beautiful which, like the planets, have a steady lambent light, are luminous, but not sparkling.

Listen my children and you shall hear, Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere

One half the world must sweat and groan that the other half may dream.

Doubtless criticism was originally benignant, pointing out the beauties of a work rather that its defects. The passions of men have made it malignant, as a bad heart of Procreates turned the bed, the symbol of repose, into an instrument of torture.

In old age our bodies are worn-out instruments, on which the soul tries in vain to play the melodies of youth. But because the instrument has lost its strings, or is out of tune, it does not follow that the musician has lost his skill.