Years, following years, steal something every day; At last they steal us from ourselves away.
Blind self-love, vanity, lifting aloft her empty head, and indiscretion, prodigal of secrets more transparent than glass, follow close behind.
What exile from his country is able to escape from himself?
The grammarians are arguing.
Being, be bold and venture to be wise.
Blend a little folly with thy worldly plans: it is delightful to give loose on a proper occasion.