Nothing is so commonplace has the wish to be remarkable.
Men, like peaches and pears, grow sweet a little while before they begin to decay.
To rest upon a formula is a slumber that, prolonged, means death.
Knowledge and timber shouldn't be much used till they are seasoned.
We are all tattooed in our cradles with the beliefs of our tribe; the record may seem superficial, but it is indelible.
As for the excellent little wretches who grow up in what they are taught, with never a scruple or a query, ... they signify nothing in the intellectual life of the race.