Even from their infancy we frame them to the sports of love: their instruction, behavior, attire, grace, learning and all their words azimuth only at love, respects only affection. Their nurses and their keepers imprint no other thing in them.
If you press me to say why I loved him, I can say no more than because he was he, and I was I.
Age imprints more wrinkles in the mind than it does on the face.
How many condemnations I have witnessed more criminal than the crime!
We only labor to stuff the memory, and leave the conscience and the understanding unfurnished and void.
Unless a man feels he has a good enough memory, he should never venture to lie.