The pen is the language of the soul; as the concepts that in it are generated, such will be its writings.

You are a king by your own fireside, as much as any monarch in his throne.

Now blessings light on him that first invented this same sleep. It covers a man all over, thoughts and all, like a cloak.

The pen is the language of the soul; as the concepts that in it are generated, such will be its writings.

I would do what I pleased, and doing what I pleased, I should have my will, and having my will, I should be contented; and when one is contented, there is no more to be desired; and when there is no more to be desired, there is an end of it.

Thou art a cat, and a rat, and a coward.

How will he who does not know how to govern himself know how to govern others?