Men never forgive those in whom there is nothing to pardon.
Love sacrifices all things to bless the thing it loves.
Honest men are the gentlemen of nature.
Read to live, not live to read.
As the films of clay are removed from our eyes, Death loses the false aspect of the spectre, and we fall at last into its arms as a wearied child upon the bosom of its mother.
We are not such fools as to pay for reading inferior books, when we can read superior books for nothing.