Love is a very contradiction of all the elements of our ordinary nature -- it makes the proud man meek -- the cheerful, sad -- the high-spirited, tame; our strongest resolutions, our hardiest energy fail before it. Believe me, you cannot prophesy of its future effect in a man from any knowledge of his past character.

Women love energy and grand results.

Law dies, books never.

He whom God hath gifted with a love of retirement possesses, as it were, an extra sense.

Tears are akin to prayer - Pharisees parade prayers, imposters parade tears.

Youth is in danger until it learns to look upon debts as furies.

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