Only by the candle, held in the skeleton hand of Poverty, can man read his own dark heart.

Love is on the verge of hate each time it stoops for pardon.

They have written volumes out of which a couplet of verse, a period in prose, may cling to the rock of ages, as a shell that survives a deluge.

If aught be worse than failure from overstress of a life's prime purpose, it is to sit down content with a little success.

The true spirit of conversation consists in building on another man's observation, not overturning it.

O be very sure That no man will learn anything at all, Unless he first will learn humility.

Man only of all earthly creatures, asks, Can the dead die forever? - and the instinct that urges the question is God's answer to man, for no instinct is given in vain.