Our years Glide silently away. No tears, No loving orisons repair The wrinkled cheek, the whitening hair That drop forgotten to the tomb.
Whatever advice you give, be short.
To know all things is not permitted.
Difficulties elicit talents that in more fortunate circumstances would lie dormant.
He makes himself ridiculous who is for ever repeating the same mistake.
Choose a subject equal to your abilities; think carefully what your shoulders may refuse, and what they are capable of bearing.