The frenzy of nations is the statesmanship of fate.

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

The strong and virtuous admit no destiny.

To how many is the death of the beloved the parent of faith!

When you borrow on your character, it is your character that you leave in pawn.

Vanity calculates but poorly on the vanity of others; what a virtue we should distil from frailty, what a world of pain we should save our brethren, if we would suffer our own weakness to be the measure of theirs.

Castles in the air cost a vast deal to keep up.