There are names written in her immortal scroll at which Fame blushes!
Reflection makes men cowards.
The world judge of men by their ability in their profession, and we judge of ourselves by the same test: for it is on that on which our success in life depends.
That which anyone has been long learning unwillingly, he unlearns with proportional eagerness and haste.
The more we do, the more we can do; the more busy we are, the more leisure we have.
They are the only honest hypocrites, their life is a voluntary dream, a studied madness.