There were millions of ways that the world could kill me.
Never hold discussions with the monkey when the organ grinder is in the room.
There is a great deal of difference between an eager man who wants to read a book and the tired man who wants a book to read.
I was the kid next door's imaginary friend.
Rest is the sweet sauce of labor.
His priority did not seem to be to teach them what he knew, but rather to impress upon them that nothing, not even... knowledge, was foolproof.
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.