Pin thy faith to no man's sleeve. Hast thou not two eyes of thy own?

Youth is to all the glad season of life; but often only by what it hopes, not by what it attains, or what it escapes.

The deepest depth of vulgarism is that of setting up money as the ark of the covenant.

Writing is a dreadful labor, yet not so dreadful as Idleness.

Roguery is thought by some to be cunning and laughable: it is neither; it is devilish.

A well-written life is almost as rare as a well-spent one.

The leafy blossoming present time springs from the whole past, remembered and unrememberable.