No reproach is like that we clothe in a smile, and present with a bow.

The prudent person may direct a state, but it is the enthusiast who regenerates or ruins it

We tell our triumphs to the crowds, but our own hearts are the sole confidants of our sorrows.

The cleverness of avarice is but the cunning of imbecility.

Youth, with swift feet, walks onward in the way; the land of joy lies all before his eyes.

Society is a long series of uprising ridges, which from the first to the last offer no valley of repose. Whenever you take your stand, you are looked down upon by those above you, and reviled and pelted by those below you. Every creature you see is a farthing Sisyphus, pushing his little stone up some Liliputian mole-hill. This is our world.

As the excitement of the game increases, prudence is sure to diminish.