Humility and resignation are our prime virtues.
We must beat the iron while it is hot, but we may polish it at leisure.
All habits gather by unseen degrees.
Beauty, like ice, our footing does betray; Who can tread sure on the smooth, slippery way: Pleased with the surface, we glide swiftly on, And see the dangers that we cannot shun.
Learn to write well, or not to write at all.
We first make our habits, and then our habits make us.