We Easily Forget Crimes That Are Known

Old Age Is A Tyrant, Who Forbids, Under Pain Of Death, The Pleasures Of Youth.

If We Did Not Have Pride, We Would Not Complain Of It In Others.

The Accent Of A Man's Native Country Remains In His Mind And His Heart, As It Does In His Speech.

There Are Few People More Convinced Of Their Own Genius Than Those Who Complain Of How Stupid They Are.

Novelty Is To Love Like Bloom To Fruit; It Gives A Luster Which Is Easily Effaced, But Never Returns.