Few people want the pleasures they are free to take.
It is art to conceal art. -Ars est celare artem
I am dragged along by a strange new force. Desire and reason are pulling in different directions. I see the right way and approve it, but follow the wrong.
Every one who repeats it adds something to the scandal. [The rolling snow-ball.]
There will grow from straws a mighty heap.
Make good use of your time, it flies fast.