Come, Death, and snatch me from disgrace.

If there is a virtue in the world at which we should always aim, it is cheerfulness.

It is noticeable how intuitively in age we go back with strange fondness to all that is fresh in the earliest dawn of youth. If we never cared for little children before, we delight to see them roll in the grass over which we hobble on crutches. The grandsire turns wearily from his middle-aged, careworn son, to listen with infant laugh to the prattle of an infant grandchild. It is the old who plant young trees; it is the old who are most saddened by the autumn; and feel most delight in the returning spring.

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

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

Oratory, like the drama, abhors lengthiness; like the drama, it must keep doing. It avoids, as frigid, prolonged metaphysical soliloquy. Beauties themselves, if they delay or distract the effect which should be produced on the audience, become blemishes.

The desire of excellence is the necessary attribute of those who excel. We work little for a thing unless we wish for it.