When of a gossiping circle it was asked, "What are they doing?" The answer was, "Swapping lies.

Pity those whom nature abuses, never those who abuse nature.

My valour is certainly going! - it is sneaking off! - I feel it oozing out as it were at the palms of my hands!

Men seldom think deeply on subjects in which they have no choice of opinion: they are fearful of encountering obstacles to their faith--as in religion--and so are content with the surface.

If the thought is slow to come, a glass of good wine encourages it; and when it does come, a glass of good wine rewards it.

I was struck all on a heap.

Date not the life which thou hast run by the mean of reckoning of the hours and days, which though hast breathed: a life spent worthily should be measured by a nobler line, - by deeds, not years.