The mate for beauty should be a man and not a money chest.

Whenever man commits a crime heaven finds a witness.

They have written volumes out of which a couplet of verse, a period in prose, may cling to the rock of ages, as a shell that survives a deluge.

Alas! innocence is but a poor substitute for experience.

Ere yet we yearn for what is out of our reach, we are still in the cradle. When wearied out with our yearnings, desire again falls asleep; we are on the death-bed.

Grief alone can teach us what is man.

One vice worn out makes us wiser than fifty tutors.