Our years Glide silently away. No tears, No loving orisons repair The wrinkled cheek, the whitening hair That drop forgotten to the tomb.

The sorrowful dislike the gay, and the gay the sorrowful.

While your client is watching for you at the front door, slip out at the back.

As a neighboring funeral terrifies sick misers, and fear obliges them to have some regard for themselves; so, the disgrace of others will often deter tender minds from vice.

He who is always in a hurry to be wealthy and immersed in the study of augmenting his fortune has lost the arms of reason and deserted the post of virtue.

Often you must turn your stylus to erase, if you hope to write anything worth a second reading.

He will be loved when dead, who was envied when he was living.