If we tire of the saints, Shakspeare is our city of refuge.

If you are wise, you will dread a prosperity which only loads you with more.

Fashion which affects to be honor, is often, in all men's experience, only a ballroom-code.

But do your work, and I shall know you. Do your work, and you shall reinforce yourself.

The rain comes when the wind calls.

The craft of the merchant is this bringing a thing where it abounds to where it is costly.

The babe in arms is a channel through which the energies we call fate, love, and reason visibly stream.