There is a frightful interval between the seed and the timber.

He that resigns his peace to little casualties, and suffers the course of his life to be interrupted for fortuitous inadvertencies or offences, delivers up himself to the direction of the wind, and loses all that constancy and equanimity which constitutes the chief praise of a wise man.

The longer we live the more we think and the higher the value we put on friendship and tenderness towards parents and friends.

They who look but little into futurity, have, perhaps, the quickest sensation of the present.

Every other author may aspire to praise; the lexicographer can only hope to escape reproach.

Whoever rises above those who once pleased themselves with equality, will have many malevolent gazers at his eminence.

Nobody can be taught faster than he can learn.