Our native soil draws all of us, by I know not what sweetness, and never allows us to forget.
Make good use of your time, it flies fast.
Small minds are captivated by trifles.
We suffer by our proximity. [Who get a blow intended for another.]
Those things that nature denied to human sight, she revealed to the eyes of the soul.
Cunning leads to knavery. It is but a step from one to the other, and that very slippery. Only lying makes the difference; add that to cunning, and it is knavery.