There is delight in singing, though none hear beside the singer.
O what a thing is age! Death without death's quiet.
Moroseness is the evening of turbulence.
I hate false words, and seek with care, difficulty, and moroseness, those that fit the thing.
A good cook is the peculiar gift of the gods. He must be a perfect creature from the brain to the palate, from the palate to the finger's end.
Even the weakest disputant is made so conceited by what he calls religion, as to think himself wiser than the wisest who thinks differently from him.