Bright and illustrious illusions! Who can blame, who laugh at the boy, who not admire and commend him, for that desire of a fame outlasting the Pyramids by which he insensibly learns to live in a life beyond the present, and nourish dreams of a good unattainable by the senses?

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

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

It is not by the gray of the hair that one knows the age of the heart.

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

Common sense is only a modification of talent. Genius is an exaltation of it. The difference is, therefore, in degree, not nature.

Patience is a good palfrey, and will carry us a long day.