Like warmed-up cabbage served at each repast, The repetition kills the wretch at last.
Revenge is always the weak pleasure of a little and narrow mind.
Few people can distinguish the genuinely good from the reverse.
Refrain from doing ill; for one all powerful reason, lest our children should copy our misdeeds; we are all too prone to imitate whatever is base and depraved.
We deem those happy who, from the experience of life, have learned to bear its ills, without being overcome by them.
To keep up as good a cuisine as your father.