But dying is a pleasure / When living is a pain.
Learn to write well, or not to write at all.
He is a perpetual fountain of good sense.
I feel my sinews slackened with the fright, and a cold sweat trills down all over my limbs, as if I were dissolving into water.
Good sense and good nature are never separated; and good nature is the product of right reason.
These are the effects of doting age,--vain doubts and idle cares and over caution.