It is easy to flatter; it is harder to praise.

I have made as much out of myself as could be made of the stuff, and no man should require more.

Memory, wit, fancy, acuteness, cannot grow young again in old age, but the heart can.

Joy descends gently upon us like the evening dew, and does not patter down like a hailstorm.

Every man regards his own life as the New Year's Eve of time.

As winter strips the leaves from around us, so that we may see the distant regions they formerly concealed, so old age takes away our enjoyments only to enlarge the prospect of the coming eternity.

A scholar knows no boredom.