Truth takes the stamp of the souls it enters. It is rigorous and rough in arid souls, but tempers and softens itself in loving natures.
All disputation makes the mind deaf; and when people are deaf, I am dumb.
The evening of a well spent youth brings it's lamps with it.
Of the two, I prefer those who render vice lovable to those who degrade virtue.
Space is to place as eternity is to time.
The early and the latter part of human life are the best, or, at least, the most worthy of respect; the one as the age of innocence, the other of reason.