Little strokes fell great oaks. Love, cough, and a smoke, can't be well hid. Silks and satins, scarlets and velvets, put out the kitchen fire,' as Poor Richard says. Many have quarreled about religion that never practiced it. Mine is better than ours.
Necessity has no law.
Never leave that till tomorrow which you can do today. None preaches better than the ant, and she says nothing. Nothing gives an author so much pleasure as to find his works respectfully quoted by other learned authors. One should eat to live, not live to eat. Our necessities never equal our wants.