While the fates permit, live happily; life speeds on with hurried step, and with winged days the wheel of the headlong year is turned.

Speech is the index of the mind.

There is nothing the busy man is less busied with than living; there is nothing harder to learn.

Conversation has a kind of charm about it, an insuating and insidious something that elicits secrets from us just like love or liquor.

What you think is the summit is only a step up

The mind is a matter over every kind of fortune; itself acts in both ways, being the cause of its own happiness and misery.

Virtue depends partly upon training and partly upon practice; you must learn first, and then strengthen your learning by action. If this be true, not only do the doctrines of wisdom help us but the precepts also, which check and banish our emotions by a sort of official decree.