Ambition is a vice, but it may be the father of virtue.

Nature herself has never attempted to effect great changes rapidly.

While we ponder when to begin, it becomes too late to do.

To my mind the boy who gives least promise is one in whom the critical faculty develops in advance of the imagination.

The soul languishing in obscurity contracts a kind of rust, or abandons itself to the chimera of presumption; for it is natural for it to acquire something, even when separated from any one.

She abounds with lucious faults.

Vain hopes are like certain dreams of those who wake.