Pedigree and ancestry and what we ourselves have not achieved, I scarcely recognize as our own.

Man looks aloft, and with erected eyes Beholds his hereditary skies.

The more they drink the more they thirst.

The spirits run riot in youth.

Habits change into character.

I see and praise what is better, but follow what is worse.

It is some alleviation to ills we cannot cure to speak of them.