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

Man only of all earthly creatures, asks, Can the dead die forever? - and the instinct that urges the question is God's answer to man, for no instinct is given in vain.

Happy indeed the poet of whom, like Orpheus, nothing is known but an immortal name! Happy next, perhaps, the poet of whom, like Homer, nothing is known but the immortal works. The more the merely human part of the poet remains a mystery, the more willing is the reverence given to his divine mission.

Happiness and virtue rest upon each other; the best are not only the happiest, but the happiest are usually the best.

I have wrought great use out of evil tools.

To find what you seek in the road of life, the best proverb of all is that which says: Leave no stone unturned.

He that fancies himself very enlightened, because he sees the deficiencies of others, may be very ignorant, because he has not studied his own.