A mask of gold hides all deformities.
This principle is old, but true as fate, Kings may love treason, but the traitor hate.
Surely man was not created to be an idle fellow; he was not set in this universal orchard to stand still as a tree.
This world, after all our science and sciences, is still a miracle; wonderful, inscrutable, magical and more, to whosoever will think of it.
Age is like love, it cannot be hid.
This age thinks better of a gilded fool Than of a threadbare saint in wisdom's school.