Toil to some is happiness, and rest to others. This man can only breathe in crowds, and that man only in solitudes.

The grave is, I suspect, the sole commonwealth which attains that dead flat of social equality that life in its every principle so heartily abhors.

To dispense with ceremony is the most delicate mode of conferring a compliment.

Punctuality is a virtue, If you don't mind being lonely.

He who writes prose builds his temple to Fame in rubble; he who writes verses builds it in granite.

Men are valued, not for what they are, but for what they seem to be.

If aught be worse than failure from overstress of a life's prime purpose, it is to sit down content with a little success.