The two offices of memory are collection and distribution.
Attack is the reaction. I never think I have hit hard unless it rebounds.
Who drives fat oxen should himself be fat.
The limbs will quiver and move after the soul is gone.
Praise, like gold and diamonds, owes its value only to its scarcity. It becomes cheap as it becomes vulgar, and will no longer raise expectation or animate enterprise.
The most fatal disease of friendship is gradual decay, or dislike hourly increased by causes too slender for complaint, and too numerous for removal.