As a cure for worrying, work is better than whiskey.
Surely nobody would be a charlatan, who could afford to be sincere.
Every discourse is an approximate answer: but it is of small consequence, that we do not get it into verbs and nouns, whilst it abides for contemplation forever.
The foolish man wonders at the unusual, but the wise man at the usual.
I dip my pen in the blackest ink, because I'm not afraid of falling into my inkpot.
The intellect is vagabond, and our system of education fosters restlessness. Our minds travel when our bodies are forced to stay at home. We imitate; and what is imitation but the travelling of the mind?