People who are very vain are usually equally susceptible; and they who feel one thing acutely, will so feel another.

Happy is the man who hath never known what it is to taste of fame - to have it is a purgatory, to want it is a hell.

Let youth cherish sleep, the happiest of earthly boons, while yet it is at its command; for there cometh the day to all when "neither the voice of the lute nor the birds" shall bring back the sweet slumbers that fell on their young eyes as unbidden as the dews.

What is past is past, there is a future left to all men, who have the virtue to repent and the energy to atone.

Every man loves and admires his own country because it produced him.

To be happy, you must learn to forget yourself.

Death is the only monastery; the tomb is the only cell, and the grave that adjoins the convent is the bitterest mock of its futility.