When your throat is parched with thirst, do you desire a cup of gold?
Blind self-love, vanity, lifting aloft her empty head, and indiscretion, prodigal of secrets more transparent than glass, follow close behind.
On day is pressed on by another.
Strength, wanting judgment and policy to rule, overturneth itself.
Do you count your birthdays with gratitude?
Govern your temper, which will rule you unless kept in subjection.
Let us both small and great push forward in this work, in this pursuit, if to our country, if to ourselves we would live dear.
I prayed only for a small piece of land, a garden, an ever-flowing spring, and bit of woods.
That corner of the world smiles for me more than anywhere else.
The work you are treating is one full of dangerous hazard, and you are treading over fires lurking beneath treacherous ashes.
To teach is to delight.
While we’re talking, envious time is fleeing: pluck the day, put no trust in the future.
Money amassed either serves us or rules us.
It is hard to utter common notions in an individual way.
The just man having a firm grasp of his intentions, neither the heated passions of his fellow men ordaining something awful, nor a tyrant staring him in the face, will shake in his convictions.
Why then should words challenge Eternity, When greatest men, and greatest actions die? Use may revive the obsoletest words, And banish those that now are most in vogue; Use is the judge, the law, and rule of speech.
There are lessons to be learned from a stupid man.
Seize the day, trusting as little as possible in the future.
All things considered, nothing is beautiful.
Words challenge eternity.