Tis the only discipline we are born for; all studies else are but as circular lines, and death the center where they all must meet.

For any man to match above his rank is but to sell his liberty.

What pity 'tis, one that can speak so well, Should in his actions be so ill!

To doubt is worse than to have lost; And to despair is but to antedate those miseries that must fall on us.

Ill news are swallow-winged, but what is good walks on crutches.

Gold--the picklock that never fails.

A willing mind makes a hard journey easy.