To love is a pleasure of youth, a sin in old age.

He who will not grant a favour has no right to ask one.

We tolerate without rebuke the vices with which we have grown familiar.

Confidence, like the soul, never returns whence it has once departed

Each day is the scholar of yesterday.

Gain at the expense of reputation is manifest loss.

The miser is as much in want of what he has as of what he has not.