Well, now there's a remedy for everything except death.
We are all as God made us and frequently much worse.
Ill-luck, you know, seldom comes alone.
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.
When the severity of the law is to be softened, let pity, not bribes, be the motive.
The pen is the language of the soul; as the concepts that in it are generated, such will be its writings.