Discontent is want of self-reliance; it is infirmity of will.
Our fear of death is like our fear that summer will be short, but when we have had our swing of pleasure, our fill of fruit, and our swelter of heat, we say we have had our day.
I like sayers of no better than I like sayers of yes.
Who loses a day loses life.
The maker of a sentence launches out into the infinite.
In the vaunted works of Art, The master-stroke is Nature's part.