come he slow or come he fast it is but death that comes at last
Ridicule often checks what is absurd, and fully as often smothers that which is noble.
The heart-sick faintness of the hope delayed!
Nothing is more completely the child of art than a garden.
Now, it is well known, that a man may with more impunity be guilty of an actual breach either of real good breeding or of good morals, than appear ignorant of the most minute point of fashionable etiquette.
As long as the Fates permit, live cheerfully.