The harvest of old age is the recollection and abundance of blessing previously secured.

It is not only arrogant, but it is profligate, for a man to disregard the world's opinion of himself.

If a man could mount to Heaven and survey the mighty universe, his admiration of its beauties would be much diminished unless he had someone to share in his pleasure.

Memory is the treasury and guardian of all things.

Life is short, but art lives forever.

An intemperate, disorderly youth will bring to old age, a feeble and worn-out body.

The safety of the people shall be the highest law.