That man will never be a perfect gentleman who lives only with gentlemen. To be a man of the world we must view that world in every grade and in every perspective.

But never yet the dog our country fed, Betrayed the kindness or forgot the bread.

Trees that, like the poplar, lift upward all their boughs, give no shade and no shelter, whatever their height. Trees the most lovingly shelter and shade us, when, like the willow, the higher soar their summits, the lower drop their boughs.

Imitation, if noble and general, insures the best hope of originality.

Bright and illustrious illusions!

Say what we will, we may be sure that ambition is an error. Its wear and tear on the heart are never recompensed.

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