If there is a virtue in the world at which we should always aim, it is cheerfulness.

I have wrought great use out of evil tools.

In how large a proportion of creatures is existence composed of one ruling passion, the most agonizing of all sensations--fear.

Fate whirls on the bark, and the rough gale sweeps from the rising tide the lazy calm of thought.

The curse of the great is ennui.

All doubt is cowardice - all trust is brave.

He who has loved often ... has loved never.