While we ponder when to begin, it becomes too late to do.
Our minds are like our stomaches; they are whetted by the change of their food, and variety supplies both with fresh appetite.
We must form our minds by reading deep rather than wide.
Give bread to a stranger, in the name of the universal brotherhood which binds together all men under the common father of nature.
Vain hopes are like certain dreams of those who wake.
Medicine for the dead is too late