Cherimoya, the most delicious fruit known to men.

Modesty died when clothes were born.

A man never reaches that dizzy height of wisdom when he can no longer be led by the nose.

It is a time when one’s spirit is subdued and sad, one knows not why; when the past seems a storm-swept desolation, life a vanity and a burden, and the future but a way to death. It is a time when one is filled with vague longings; when one dreams of flight to peaceful islands in the remote solitudes of the sea, or folds his hands and says, What is the use of struggling, and toiling and worrying any more? let us give it all up.

An author values a compliment even when it comes from a source of doubtful competency.

Too bad that youth is wasted on the young.

We are discreet sheep; we wait to see how the drove is going, and then go with the drove.