Better one bite at forty, of truths bitter rind, than the hot wine that gushed from the vintage of twenty.
Aspiration sees only one side of every question; possession many.
The greatest homage we can pay to truth, is to use it.
There comes Emerson first, whose rich words, every one, Are like gold nails in temples to hang trophies on.
A sneer is the weapon of the weak.
Granting our wish is one of Fate's saddest jokes.