A man's heart must be very frivolous if the possession of fame rewards the labor to attain it. For the worst of reputation is that it is not palpable or present - we do not feel or see or taste it.

Westward, beyond the still pleasant, but, even then, no longer solitary, hamlet of Charing, a broad space, broken here and there by scattered houses and venerable pollards, in the early spring of 1467, presented the rural scene for the sports and pastimes of the inhabitants of Westminister and London.

What's money without happiness?

He who seeks repentance for the past, should woo the angel virtue for the future.

Ambition has no rest.

There's no weapon that slays its victim so surely (if well aimed) as praise.

Centuries roll, customs change, but, ever since the time of the earliest mother, woman yearns to be the soother.