I grew up kissing books and bread.
I favor the policy of economy$$$ not because I wish to save money$$$ but because I wish to save people.
The gentleman understands what is right$$$ whereas the petty man understands profit.
The scholar who cherishes the love of comfort is not fit to be deemed a scholar.
Of those few fools$$$ who with ill stars are curst$$$<br>Sure scribbling fools$$$ called poets$$$ fare the worst:<br>For they're a sort of fools which fortune makes$$$<br>And$$$ after she has made them fools$$$ forsakes.<br>With Nature's oafs 'tis quite a different case$$$<br>For Fortune favours all her idiot race.<br>In her own nest the cuckoo eggs we find$$$<br>Over which she broods to hatch the changeling kind:<br>No portion for her own she has to spare$$$<br>So much she dotes on her adopted care.<br>Poets are bub
Thus in this sad$$$ but oh$$$ too pleasing state! my soul can fix upon nothing but thee; thee it contemplates$$$ admires$$$ adores$$$ nay depends on$$$ trusts on you alone.
Even without wars$$$ life is dangerous.
What I know is unofficial$$$ what the inspector knows is official. I have the right to private judgment$$$ but he has none.
My profession is its own reward
Work is the best antidote to sorrow.