Youth is a season that has no repose.
Curiosity is its own suicide.
of all the follies that we can commit, the greatest is to hesitate.
it is a curious fact, but one which all experience owns, that people do not desire so much to appear better, as to appear different from what they really are.
Anticipation is a bad sleeping draught.
Are we not like the actor of old times, who wore his mask so long his face took its likeness?