The years as they pass plunder us of one thing after another.
Little folks become their little fate.
No one is born without vices, and he is the best man who is encumbered with the least.
The just man having a firm grasp of his intentions, neither the heated passions of his fellow men ordaining something awful, nor a tyrant staring him in the face, will shake in his convictions.
Never without a shilling in my purse.
It is sweet to let the mind unbend on occasion.