Tell me, sweet eyes, from what divinest star did ye drink in your liquid melancholy?

To how many is the death of the beloved the parent of faith!

Labour is the purgatory of the erring.

The man who succeeds above his fellows is the one who early in life, clearly discerns his object, and towards that object habitually directs his powers. Even genius itself is but fine observation strengthened by fixity of purpose. Every man who observes vigilantly and resolves steadfastly grows unconsciously into genius.

The man who wants his wedding garments to suit him must allow plenty of time for the measure.

He who sees his heir in his own child, carries his eye over hopes and possessions lying far beyond his gravestone, viewing his life, even here, as a period but closed with a comma. He who sees his heir in another man's child sees the full stop at the end of the sentence.

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