We should every night call ourselves to an account; What infirmity have I mastered today? What passions opposed? What temptation resisted? What virtue acquired? Our vices will abort of themselves if they be brought every day to the shrift.
Be thou the first true merit to befriend, his praise is lost who stays till all commend.
Good company and good discourse are the very sinews of virtue.
We are what we repeatedly do.
In all recorded history there has not been one economist who has had to worry about where the next meal would come from.
If my mental map was right, we were heading down to Fisherman's Wharf.
A poem is no place for an idea.