But evil is wrought by want of thought, As well as want of heart!
Extremes meet', as the whiting said with its tail in its mouth.
Comfort and indolence are cronies.
Half of the failures in life come from pulling one's horse when he is leaping.
A moment's thinking is an hour in words.
The Autumn is old; The sere leaves are flying; He hath gather'd up gold, And now he is dying;- Old age, begin sighing!