I strove with none; for none was worth my strife.

Every good writer has much idiom; it is the life and spirit of language.

Clear writers, like fountains, do not seem so deep as they are; the turbid look the most profound.

The present, like a note in music, is nothing but as it appertains to what is past and what is to come.

In the morn of life we are alert, we are heated in its noon, and only in its decline do we repose.

Delay in justice is injustice.

Politeness is not always a sign of wisdom; but the want of it always leaves room for a suspicion of folly, if folly and imprudence are the same.