Time flies and draws us with it. The moment in which I am speaking is already far from me.
The greatest fools are oft the most satisfied.
Now two punctilious envoys, Thine and Mine, Embroil the earth about a fancied line; And, dwelling much on right and much on wrong, Prove how the right is chiefly with the strong.
The dreadful burden of having nothing to do.
No one who cannot limit himself has ever been able to write.
It is the sin which we have not committed which seems the most monstrous.