Printing.—Things printed can never be stopped; they are like babies baptized, they have a soul from that moment, and go on forever.—George Meredith.
Prison.—Young Crime's finishing school.—Mrs. Balfour.
The worst prison is not of stone. It is of a throbbing heart, outraged by an infamous life.—Beecher.
Procrastination.—Indulge in procrastination, and in time you will come to this, that because a thing ought to be done, therefore you can't do it.—Charles Buxton.
The man who procrastinates struggles with ruin.—Hesiod.
There is, by God's grace, an immeasurable distance between late and too late.—Madame Swetchine.
Prodigality.—This is a vice too brave and costly to be kept and maintained at any easy rate; it must have large pensions, and be fed with both hands, though the man who feeds it starve for his pains.—Dr. South.
When I see a young profligate squandering his fortune in bagnios, or at the gaming-table, I cannot help looking on him as hastening his own death, and in a manner digging his own grave.—Goldsmith.
The gains of prodigals are like fig-trees growing on a precipice: for these, none are better but kites and crows; for those, only harlots and flatterers.—Socrates.
Progress.—All that is human must retrograde if it do not advance.—Gibbon.