Sharp is the kiss of the falcon's beak.

Fate whirls on the bark, and the rough gale sweeps from the rising tide the lazy calm of thought.

Success never needs an excuse.

Reading without purpose is sauntering not exercise.

Wrap thyself in the decent veil that the arts or the graces weave for thee, O human nature! It is only the statue of marble whose nakedness the eye can behold without shame and offence!

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.

No reproach is like that we clothe in a smile, and present with a bow.