Alone!-that worn-out word, So idly spoken, and so coldly heard; Yet all that poets sing and grief hath known Of hopes laid waste, knells in that word ALONE!

Fate is not the ruler, but the servant of Providence.

Books are but waste paper unless we spend in action the wisdom we get from thought.

A mind once cultivated will not lie fallow for half an hour.

Agreeable surprises are the perquisites of youth.

We cannot of ourselves estimate the degree of our success in what we strive for.

The more a man desirous to pass at a value above his worth can contrast, by dignified silence, the garrulity of trivial minds, the more the world will give him credit for the wealth which he does not possess.