Brutes leave ingratitude to man.

Folly disgusts us less by her ignorance than pedantry by her learning.

The plainest man that can convince a woman that he is really in love with her has done more to make her in love with him than the handsomest man, if he can produce no such conviction. For the love of woman is a shoot, not a seed, and flourishes most vigorously only when ingrafted on that love which is rooted in the breast of another.

The sun should not set upon our anger, neither should he rise upon our confidence. We should forgive freely, but forget rarely. I will not be revenged, and this I owe to my enemy; but I will remember, and this I owe to myself.

The excesses of our youth are drafts upon our old age.

The present time has one advantage over every other -- it is our own.

Time,- that black and narrow isthmus between two eternities.