He is mad past recovery, but yet he has lucid intervals.
The pen is the language of the soul; as the concepts that in it are generated, such will be its writings.
Where envy reigns virtue can't exist, and generosity doesn't go with meanness.
They who lose today may win tomorrow.
The wicked are always ungrateful.
A private sin is not so prejudicial in this world, as a public indecency.