Everyone who got where he is has had to begin where he was.
The essence of love is kindness.
A bottle of good wine, like a good act, shines ever in the retrospect.
A birdie with a yellow bill Hoped upon the window sill, Cocked his shining eye and said: 'Ain't you 'shamed, you sleepy-'ead?
I hazard the guess that man will be ultimately known for a mere polity of multifarious, incongruous, and independent denizens.
He who has learned to love an art or science has wisely laid up riches against the day of riches.