The cold, inconsiderate of persons, tingles your blood, benumbs your feet, freezes a man like an apple.
Manners are very communicable: men catch them from each other.
You may regret calamities if you can thereby help the sufferer, but if you cannot, mind your own business.
Indeed the river is a perpetual gala, and boasts each month a new ornament.
Neither you nor the world knows what you can do until you have tried.
It is one of the most beautiful compensations of this life that no person can sincerely try to help another without helping him or herself. Serve and you shall be served. If you love and serve people, you cannot, by any hiding or stratagem, escape the remuneration.