No is a surly, honest fellow, speaks his mind rough and round at once.
1259
A true man never frets about his place in the world, but just slides into it by the gravitation of his nature, and swings there as easily as a star.
1260
He had nothing and was content. He became rich and is discontented.
1261
Thou canst mould him into any shape like soft clay.
—Horace.
1262
None but the well-bred man knows how to confess a fault, or acknowledge himself in error.