Youth is a blunder; Manhood a struggle, Old Age a regret.
Read no history: nothing but biography, for that is life without theory.
We make our own fortune and call it destiny.
Never apologize for showing feeling. When you do so, you apologize for the truth.
The services in wartime are fit only for desperadoes, but in peace are only fit for fools.
The stage is a supplement to the pulpit, where virtue, according to Plato's sublime idea, moves our love and affection when made visible to the eye.