Not to create confusion in what is clear, but to throw light on what is obscure.
Blind self-love, vanity, lifting aloft her empty head, and indiscretion, prodigal of secrets more transparent than glass, follow close behind.
Avoid inquisitive persons, for they are sure to be gossips, their ears are open to hear, but they will not keep what is entrusted to them.
Better one thorn pluck'd out than all remain.
Scribblers are a self-conceited and self-worshipping race.
Twixt hope and fear, anxiety and anger.