He who sings frightens away his ills.

Inasmuch as ill-deeds spring up as a spontaneous crop, they are easy to learn.

Those who'll play with cats must expect to be scratched.

True courage lies in the middle, between cowardice and recklessness.

No fathers or mothers think their own children ugly; and this self-deceit is yet stronger with respect to the offspring of the mind.

'Tis the maddest trick a man can ever play in his whole life, to let his breath sneak out of his body without any more ado, and without so much as a rap o'er the pate, or a kick of the guts; to go out like the snuff of a farthing candle, and die merely of the mulligrubs, or the sullens.

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