Tears are nature's lotion for the eyes. The eyes see better for being washed by them.

Pride is like the beautiful acacia, that lifts its head proudly above its neighbor plants-forgetting that it too, like them, has its roots in the dirt.

Neither love nor ambition, as it has often been shown, can brook a division of its empire in the heart.

Weakness ineffectually seeks to disguise itself,--like a drunken man trying to show how sober he is.

The passions are like fire, useful in a thousand ways and dangerous only in one, through their excess.

Example has more followers than reason. We unconsciously imitate what pleases us, and approximate to the characters we most admire.

To quote copiously and well, requires taste, judgment, and erudition, a feeling for the beautiful, an appreciation of the noble, and a sense of the profound.