Quid rides? Mutato nomine de te fabula narratur.
Pale death kicks with impartial foot at the hovels of the poor and the towers of kings.
If you wish people to weep, you must weep first.
Captive Greece captured her rude conqueror.
For my part, whether sailing in cruiser or dinghy, I shall remain myself. My sails are not puffed out with the north wind in my favour, nor am I beating into the southern gales of affliction.
Why do you laugh? Change the name and the story is about you.
The story is told of yourself.
Be wise, decant the wine, and since our space is brief, cut back your far-reaching hope. Even while we talk, envious time has fled away: seize the day, put little trust in what is to come.
Ut pictura poesis.
A house without books is like a room without windows. No man has a right to bring up his children without surrounding them with books, if he has the means to buy them. It is a wrong to his family. He cheats them! Children learn to read by being in the presence of books. The love of knowledge comes with reading and grows upon it.
The most important ingredient in the formula of success is knowing how to get along with other people.
Habits are like a cable. We weave a strand of it every day and soon it cannot be broken.
The most ignorant are the most conceited.
You must not go into the burial places, and look about only for the tall monuments and the titled names. It is not the starred epitaphs of the Doctors of Divinity, the Generals, the Judges, the Honourables, the Governors, or even of the village nobles called Esquires, that mark the springs of our successes and the sources of our distinctions. These are rather effects than causes; the spinning-wheels have done a great deal more than these.
You see,” he said, “that’s reward enough; you see, you see.
You can trust any number of men with your money, but mighty few with your reputation.
It is sinful to cherish those whom heaven has doomed to destruction.
Nor have I forgotten sir. that the charity of his daughter delivered me from his power. I can forget injuries but never benefits.
The best teachers teach from the heart, not the book.
He sighed, and retired, but with eyes fixed on the gate, until Matilda, closing it, put an end to an interview, in which the hearts of both had drunk so deeply of a passion, which both now tasted for the first time.