We lose the peace of years when we hunt after the rapture of moments.

A pipe is the fountain of contemplation, the source of pleasure, the companion of the wise; and the man who smokes, thinks like a philosopher and acts like a Samaritan.

The veil which covers the face of futurity is woven by the hand of mercy.

Love like Death,, Levels all ranks, and lays the shepherd's crook Beside the scepter

In the hour of strait and need, we measure men's stature not by the body, but the soul!

Beautiful eyes in the face of a handsome woman are like eloquence to speech.

All doubt is cowardice - all trust is brave.