Hired mourners at a funeral say and do - A little more than they whose grief is true

And take back ill-polished stanzas to the anvil.

There is no such thing as perfect happiness.

Gold delights to walk through the very midst of the guard, and to break its way through hard rocks, more powerful in its blow than lightning.

To have begun is half the job; be bold and be sensible.

He wears himself out by his labours, and grows old through his love of possessing wealth.

Be not ashamed to have had wild days, but not to have sown your wild oats.