Of writing well the source and fountainhead is wise thinking.
We are free to yield to truth.
The miser acquires, yet fears to use his gains.
Though your threshing floor grind a hundred thousand bushels of corn, not for that reason will your stomach hold more than mine.
In trying to be concise I become obscure.
He who speaks ill of an absent friend, or fails to take his part if attacked by another, that man is a scoundrel.