Let the character as it began be preserved to the last; and let it be consistent with itself.

The things, that are repeated again and again, are pleasant.

Let your literary compositions be kept from the public eye for nine years at least.

Not to create confusion in what is clear, but to throw light on what is obscure.

Pale death with an impartial foot knocks at the hovels of the poor and the palaces of king.

We hate merit while it is with us; when taken away from our gaze, we long for it jealously.

Clogged with yesterday's excess, the body drags the mind down with it.