Since love and fear can hardly exist together, if we must choose between them, it is far safer to be feared than loved.
I say, thou mad March hare.
The world wants to be deceived.
Iron rusts from disue; stagnant water loses its purity and in cold weather becomes frozen; even so does inaction sap the vigor of the mind.
As a well-spent day brings happy sleep, so life well used brings happy death.
Intellectual passion dries out sensuality.
You cannot run away from a weakness; you must sometimes fight it out or perish. And if that be so, why not now, and where you stand?
Talk of nothing but business, and dispatch that business quickly.