Years, following years, steal something every day; At last they steal us from ourselves away.
Wherein is the use of getting rid of one thorn out of many?
Blend a little folly with thy worldly plans: it is delightful to give loose on a proper occasion.
We are all gathered to the same fold.
I prayed only for a small piece of land, a garden, an ever-flowing spring, and bit of woods.
A word, once sent abroad, flies irrevocably.