“That which prematurely arrives at perfection soon perishes.”

He who speaks evil only differs from his who does evil in that he lacks opportunity.

Fear of the future is worse than one’s present fortune.

The obscurity of a writer is generally in proportion to his incapacity.

Conscience is a thousand witnesses.

God, that all-powerful Creator of nature and architect of the world, has impressed man with no character so proper to distinguish him from other animals, as by the faculty of speech.

Men of quality are in the wrong to undervalue, as they often do, the practise of a fair and quick hand in writing; for it is no immaterial accomplishment.

One thing, however, I must premise, that without the assistance of natural capacity, rules and precepts are of no efficacy.

A liar should have a good memory.

She abounds with lucious faults.

The perfection of art is to conceal art.

Too exact, and studious of similitude rather than of beauty.

Those who wish to appear wise among fools, among the wise seem foolish.

Whilst we deliberate how to begin a thing, it grows too late to begin it.

For all the best teachers pride themselves on having a large number of pupils and think themselves worthy of a bigger audience.

Ambition is a vice, but it may be the father of virtue.

The mind is exercised by the variety and multiplicity of the subject matter, while the character is moulded by the contemplation of virtue and vice.

Fear is a journey,a terrible journey, but sorrow is at least an arrival.

Adam knew Eve his wife and she conceived. It is a pity that this is still the only knowledge of their wives at which some men seem to arrive.

I try to busy myself elsewhere, to arrive late; but I always lose at this game. Whatever I do, I find myself there, with nothing to do, punctual, even ahead of time.

I walk slowly, like one who comes from so far away he doesn’t expect to arrive.

To be running breathlessly, but not yet arrived, is itself delightful, a suspended moment of living hope.

She thinks that before her arrival on the scene no woman ever did anything worthwhile before

A man moves through time. It means nothing except that, like a harpoon, once thrown he will arrive.

Our journey into consciousness of wealth begins with the realization that we have already arrived!