One goes to the right, the other to the left; both are wrong, but in different directions.
Busy idleness urges us on.
Scribblers are a self-conceited and self-worshipping race.
Desiring things widely different for their various tastes.
We set up harsh and unkind rules against ourselves. No one is born without faults. That man is best who has fewest.
It is of no consequence of what parents a man is born, as long as he be a man of merit.