Beside one deed of guilt, how blest is guiltless woe!

Youth, with swift feet, walks onward in the way; the land of joy lies all before his eyes.

We tell our triumphs to the crowds, but our own hearts are the sole confidants of our sorrows.

As the excitement of the game increases, prudence is sure to diminish.

Poverty has strange bedfellows.

The worst part of an eminent man's conversation is, nine times out of ten, to be found in that part by which he means to be clever.

There's no weapon that slays its victim so surely (if well aimed) as praise.