A Man Never Discloses His Own Character

Never Write On A Subject Without First Having Read Yourself Full On It; And Never Read On A Subject Till You Have Thought Yourself Hungry On It.

Gray Hairs Seem To My Fancy Like The Soft Light Of The Moon, Silvering Over The Evening Of Life.

If Self-knowledge Is The Road To Virtue, So Is Virtue Still More The Road To Self-knowledge.

Joy Descends Gently Upon Us Like The Evening Dew, And Does Not Patter Down Like A Hailstorm.

It Is Easier And Handier For Men To Flatter Than To Praise.