Three things too much, and three too little are pernicious to man; to speak much, and know little; to spend much, and have little; to presume much, and be worth little.

Fortune leaves always some door open to come at a remedy.

It is one thing to write as poet and another to write as a historian: the poet can recount or sing about things not as they were, but as they should have been, and the historian must write about them not as they should have been, but as they were, without adding or subtracting anything from the truth.

There is no greater folly in the world than for a man to despair.

Miracle me no miracles.

there are many hours and minutes between now and tomorrowand in any one of them-even in a minute,the house falls

In the night all cats are gray.