If a man knows not life which he hath seen, how shall he know death, which he hath not seen?
Youth is like spring, an over praised season more remarkable for biting winds than genial breezes. Autumn is the mellower season, and what we lose in flowers we more than gain in fruits.
The youth of an art is, like the youth of anything else, its most interesting period.
The public do not know enough to be experts, but know enough to decide between them.
He was born stupid, and greatly increased his birthright.
Though analogy is often misleading, it is the least misleading thing we have.