Labor's face is wrinkled with the wind, and swarthy with the sun.

The world is seldom what it seems; to man, who dimly sees, realities appear as dreams, and dreams realities.

The king who makes war on his enemies tenderly distresses his subjects most cruelly.

Much is due to those who first broke the way to knowledge, and left only to their successors the task of smoothing it.

All censure of a man's self is oblique praise. It is in order to show how much he can spare.

I doubt if there ever was a man who was not gratified by being told that he was liked by the women.

Vanity is so frequently the apparent motive of advice, that we, for the most part, summon our powers to oppose it without any very accurate inquiry whether it is right.