The affections are immortal! They are the sympathies which unite the ceaseless generations.

Youth, with swift feet, walks onward in the way; the land of joy lies all before his eyes.

Only by the candle, held in the skeleton hand of Poverty, can man read his own dark heart.

Real philosophy seeks rather to solve than to deny.

Men who make money rarely saunter; men who save money rarely swagger.

Nothing is so contagious as enthusiasm.

Westward, beyond the still pleasant, but, even then, no longer solitary, hamlet of Charing, a broad space, broken here and there by scattered houses and venerable pollards, in the early spring of 1467, presented the rural scene for the sports and pastimes of the inhabitants of Westminister and London.