There is nothing good in this world which time does not improve.
It is a characteristic of pleasure that we can never recognize it to be pleasure till after it is gone.
Looking forward into an empty year strikes one with a certain awe, because one finds therein no recognition. The years behind have a friendly aspect, and they are warmed by the fires we have kindled, and all their echoes are the echoes of our own voices.
Every man's road in life is marked by the grave of his personal likings.
There is no ghost so difficult to lay as the ghost of an injury.
The great man is the man who does a thing for the first time.