Truth like the sun, submits to be obscured; but like the sun, only for a time |
We fear things in proportion to our ignorance of them. |
We make way for the man who boldly pushes past us. |
We trifle when we assign limits to our desires, since nature hath set none |
What we call conscience in many instances, is only a wholesome fear of the law. |
When all else is lost, the future still remains. |
Wine is a treacherous friend who you must always be on guard for. |
Youth is too tumultuous for felicity; old age too insecure for happiness. The period most favorable to enjoyment, in a vigorous, fortunate, and generous life, is that between forty and sixty. |