A man's own conscience is his sole tribunal, and he should care no more for that phantom "opinion" than he should fear meeting a ghost if he crossed the churchyard at dark.

What is past is past, there is a future left to all men, who have the virtue to repent and the energy to atone.

To judge human character rightly, a man may sometimes have very small experience, provided he has a very large heart.

Nothing can constitute good-breeding that has not good-nature for its foundation.

In solitude the passions feed upon the heart.

Chance happens to all, but to turn chance to account is the gift of few.

As the films of clay are removed from our eyes, Death loses the false aspect of the spectre, and we fall at last into its arms as a wearied child upon the bosom of its mother.