Clogged with yesterday's excess, the body drags the mind down with it.
He tosses aside his paint-pots and his words a foot and a half long.
Faults are soon copied.
Fidelity is the sister of justice.
He has the deed half done who has made a beginning.
Good sense is both the first principal and the parent source of good writing.
While we talk hostile, time flies away.
Ask not what tomorrow may bring, but count as blessing every day that fate allows you.
Cease to ask what the morrow will bring forth. And set down as gain each day that Fortune grants.