Genius, the Pythian of the beautiful, leaves its large truths a riddle to the dull.

The classic literature is always modern.

Only by the candle, held in the skeleton hand of Poverty, can man read his own dark heart.

Happiness and virtue rest upon each other; the best are not only the happiest, but the happiest are usually the best.

The public man needs but one patron, namely, the lucky moment.

The circle of life is cut up into segments. All lines are equal if they are drawn from the centre and touch the circumference.

Patience is not passive; on the contrary, it is active; it is concentrated strength.