Paradise Lost is a book that, once put down, is very hard to pick up again.
Men are like stone jugs - you may lug them where you like by the ears.
Each person's work is always a portrait of himself.
No man hates him at whom he can laugh.
The happiness of building lasted but a little while, for though I love to spend, I hate to be cheated; and I soon found, that to build is to be robbed.
It is generally agreed, that few men are made better by affluence or exaltation.