There comes an end to all things; the most capacious measure is filled at last; and this brief condescension to evil finally destroyed the balance of my soul.

Be what you are, and become what you are capable of becoming.

A horrible sense of blackness and the treachery of fate seized hold upon the soul of the unhappy student.

If you keep on drinking rum, the world will soon be quit of a very dirty scoundrel!

Had be been Shakespeare, he would then have written Troilus and Cressidato brand the offending sex; but being only a little dog, he began to bite them.

I sat in the sun on a bench; the animal within me licking the chops of memory; the spiritual side a little drowsed, promising subsequent penitence, but not yet moved to begin.

The true wisdom is to be always seasonable, and to change with a good grace in changing circumstances.