A coward calls himself cautious, a miser thrifty.
No man enjoys the true taste of life, but he who is ready and willing to quit it.
You roll my log, and I will roll yours.
Retirement without literary amusements is death itself, and a living tomb.
Light is that grief which counsel can allay.
Why will no man confess his faults? Because he continues to indulge in them; a man cannot tell his dream till he wakes.