The reason why men do not obey us, is because they see the mud at the bottom of our eye.
Whatever is old corrupts, and the past turns to snakes.
Nature and books belong to the eyes that see them.
Live, let live, and help live
He that writes to himself writes to an eternal public. That statement only is fit to be made public, which you have come at in attempting to satisfy your own curiosity.
Life is a festival only to the wise. Seen from the nook and chimneyside of prudence, it wears a ragged and dangerous front.