You should not take a fellow eight years old and make him swear to never kiss the girls.

Our interest's on the dangerous edge of things. The honest thief, the tender murderer, the superstitious atheist.

What's a man's age? He must hurry more, that's all; Cram in a day, what his youth took a year to hold.

A minute of success pays for years of failure.

In this world, who can do a thing, will not; And who would do it, cannot, I perceive: Yet the will's somewhat — somewhat, too, the power — And thus we half-men struggle.

Oh, the little more, and how much it is! And the little less, and what worlds away.

Every one soon or late comes round by Rome.