This principle is old, but true as fate, Kings may love treason, but the traitor hate.

Surely man was not created to be an idle fellow; he was not set in this universal orchard to stand still as a tree.

This world, after all our science and sciences, is still a miracle; wonderful, inscrutable, magical and more, to whosoever will think of it.

Age is like love, it cannot be hid.

This age thinks better of a gilded fool Than of a threadbare saint in wisdom's school.