We can make mayors and officers every year, but not scholars.

Melancholy can be overcome only by melancholy.

We can make mayors and officers every year, but not scholars.

Let thy fortune be what it will, 'tis thy mind alone that makes thee poor or rich, miserable or happy.

Be not solitary, be not idle

What a glut of books! Who can read them?

[T]hou canst not think worse of me than I do of myself.