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.

Genius, the Pythian of the beautiful, leaves its large truths a riddle to the dull.

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

There is an ill-breeding to which, whatever our rank and nature, we are almost equally sensitive, the ill-breeding that comes from want of consideration for others.

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

The bold sympathize with the bold; and in great hearts, there is always a certain friendship for a gallant foe.

Sharp is the kiss of the falcon's beak.