One Sallow does not make Summer.

Better wilt thou live...by neither always pressing out to sea nor too closely hugging the dangerous shore in cautious fear of storms.

"Painters and poets," you say, "have always had an equal license in bold invention." We know; we claim the liberty for ourselves and in turn we give it to others.

He will often have to scratch his head, and bite his nails to the quick. [To succeed he will have to puzzle his brains and work hard.]

I am doubting what to do.

Virtue lies half way between two opposite vices.

Man learns more readily and remembers more willingly what excites his ridicule than what deserves esteem and respect.