Ambition, in a private man is a vice, is in a prince the virtue.
Such as ne'er saw swans May think crows beautiful.
Gold--the picklock that never fails.
Be wise; soar not too high to fall; but stoop to rise.
My dancing days are past.
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.