The test of a vocation is the love of the drudgery it involves.
Our names are labels, plainly printed on the bottled essence of our past behavior.
How awful to reflect that what people say of us is true!
He who goes against the fashion is himself its slave
What is more mortifying than to feel that you have missed the plum for want of courage to shake the tree?
There is more felicity on the far side of baldness than young men can possibly imagine.