What has this unfeeling age of ours left untried, what wickedness has it shunned?
It is but a poor establishment where there are not many superfluous things which the owner knows not of, and which go to the thieves.
Whatever you advise, be as brief as possible.
He who sings the praises of his boyhood's days.
Force without judgement falls on its own weight.
Little folks become their little fate.