It is the fault of youth that it cannot restrain its own impetuosity.

Pain, scorned by yonder gout-ridden wretch, endured by yonder dyspeptic in the midst of his dainties, borne bravely by the girl in travail. Slight thou art, if I can bear thee, short thou art if I cannot bear thee!

There is nothing more despicable than an old man who has no other proof than his age to offer of his having lived long in the world.

Life, if thou knowest how to use it, is long enough.

Not a soul takes thought how well he may live- only how long: yet a good life might be everybody's, a long one can be nobody's.

He who has made a fair compact with poverty is rich.

No good thing is pleasant without friends to share it.