Words are the wings of actions.

How few our real wants, and how vast our imaginary ones!

He whom common, gross, or stale objects allure, and when obtained, content, is a vulgar being, incapable of greatness in thought or action.

He who can conceal his joys, is greater than he who can hide his griefs

Him, who incessantly laughs in the street, you may commonly hear grumbling in his closet.

He who has no taste for order, will be often wrong in his judgment, and seldom considerate or conscientious in his actions.

Who in the same given time can produce more than others has vigor; who can produce more and better, has talents; who can produce what none else can, has genius.