Poets alone are sure of immortality; they are the truest diviners of nature.

Every street has two sides, the shady side and the sunny. When two men shake hands and part, mark which of the two takes the sunny side; he will be the younger man of the two.

There are two lives to each of us, the life of our actions, and the life of our minds and hearts. History reveals men's deeds and their outward characters, but not themselves. There is a secret self that has its own life, unpenetrated and unguessed.

A chord, stronger or weaker, is snapped asunder in every parting, and time's busy fingers are not practiced in re-splicing broken ties. Meet again you may; will it be in the same way? With the same sympathies? With the same sentiments? Will the souls, hurrying on in diverse paths, unite once more, as if the interval had been a dream? Rarely, rarely!

Toil to some is happiness, and rest to others. This man can only breathe in crowds, and that man only in solitudes.

Nothing can constitute good-breeding that has not good-nature for its foundation.

Remedy your deficiencies,and your merits will take care of themselves.