One of the rarest things that a man ever does, is to do the best he can.
Be like a postage stamp. Stick to one thing until you get there.
When good-natured people leave us we look forward with extra pleasure to their return.
It is not all bad, this getting old, ripening. After the fruit has got its growth it should juice up and mellow. God forbid I should live long enough to ferment and rot and fall to the ground in a squash.
There is a significant Latin proverb; to wit: Who will guard the guards?
The great art of writing is knowing when to stop.