Sharp is the kiss of the falcon's beak.

In every civilized society there is found a race of men who retain the instincts of the aboriginal cannibal and live upon their fellow-men as a natural food.

Fate laughs at probabilities.

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

The vices and the virtues are written in a language the world cannot construe; it reads them in a vile translation, and the translators are Failure and Success.

A fresh mind keeps the body fresh. Take in the ideas of the day, drain off those of yesterday.

Poets alone are sure of immortality; they are the truest diviners of nature.