Ill habits gather unseen degrees, as brooks make rivers, rivers run to seas.

Words are but pictures of our thoughts.

Forgiveness to the injured does belong; but they ne'er pardon who have done wrong.

Boldness is a mask for fear, however great.

Only man clogs his happiness with care, destroying what is with thoughts of what may be.

Love is love's reward.

Pains of love be sweeter far than all other pleasures are.

But love's a malady without a cure.

And plenty makes us poor.

Happy the man, and happy he alone, he who can call today his own; he who, secure within, can say, tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today.

Reason is a crutch for age, but youth is strong enough to walk alone.

Successful crimes alone are justified.

The intoxication of anger, like that of the grape, shows us to others, but hides us from ourselves.

Anger will never disappear so long as thoughts of resentment are cherished in the mind. Anger will disappear just as soon as thoughts of resentment are forgotten.

When I consider life, it is all a cheat. Yet fooled with hope, people favor this deceit.