By looking at squinting people you learn to squint.
That pleasure which can be safely indulged in is the least inviting.
It is no less a feat to keep what you have, than to increase it. In one there is chance, the other will be a work of art.
Love is a thing full of anxious fears.
Winged time glides on insensibly, and deceive us; and there is nothing more fleeting than years.
Add little to little and there will be a big pile.