Society is divided into two classes, the shearers and the shorn.

We take our colors, chameleon-like, from each other.

Thought consoles us for all, and heals all. If at times it does you ill, ask it for the remedy for that ill and it will give it to you.

It is children only who enjoy the present; their elders either live on the memory of the past or the hope of the future.

Wrinkles and ill-nature together made a woman hideous.

Contemplation often makes life miserable. We should act more, think less, and stop watching ourselves live.

There some trifles well habited, as there are some fools well clothed.