Trust not the heart of that man for whom old clothes are not venerable.
The fine arts once divorcing themselves from truth are quite certain to fall mad, if they do not die.
The king is the man who can.
There is precious instruction to be got by finding we were wrong.
Woe to him, . . . who has no court of appeal against the world's judgment.
No amount of ability is of the slightest avail without honor.