Books are the beehives of thought; laconics, the honey taken from them.
The mind paints before the brush.
Better an ugly face than an ugly mind.
Some few have a natural talent for office-bolding; very many for office-seeking.
There is no heart without remorse, no life without some misfortune, no one but what is something stained with sin.
Among all the accomplishments of life none are so important as refinement; it is not, like beauty, a gift of Nature, and can only be acquired by cultivation and practice.