The confidant of my vices is my master, though he were my valet.

The day is committed to error and floundering; success and achievement are matters of long range.

Our passions are true phoenixes; as the old burn out the new straight rise up from the ashes.

Change amuses the mind, but rarely profits.

For what one has in black and white, One can carry home in comfort.

We blame equally him who is too proud to put a proper value on his own merit and him who prizes too highly his spurious worth.

All of us have life; few of us have an idea of it.