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.

Many go out for wool, and come home shorn themselves.

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

Diligence is the mother of good fortune, and idleness, its opposite, never brought a man to the goal of any of his best wishes.

All sorrows are less with bread.

Make it thy business to know thyself, which is the most difficult lesson in the world

Nay, what is worse, perhaps turn poet, which, they say, is an infectious and incurable distemper.