Reason is a crutch for age, but youth is strong enough to walk alone.

Imitators are but a servile kind of cattle.

Not Heav'n itself upon the past has pow'r; But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour.

If you have lived, take thankfully the past. Make, as you can, the sweet remembrance last.

He who trusts secrets to a servant makes him his master

Fool that I was, upon my eagle's wings I bore this wren, till I was tired with soaring, and now he mounts above me.

Trust reposed in noble natures obliges them the more.