We disjoint the mind like the body.
It may be said that it is with our thoughts as with our flowers. Those whose expression is simple carry their seed with them; those that are double by their richness and pomp charm the mind, but produce nothing.
Think that day lost whose descending sun, views from thy hand no noble action done.
Young authors give their brains much exercise and little food.
In order to be happy, think of the ills you have been spared.
In these times gain is not only a matter of greed, but of ambition.