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.

When one is in a good sound rage, it is astonishing how calm one can be.

Earnest men never think in vain, though their thoughts may be errors.

The strong and virtuous admit no destiny.

We are born for a higher destiny than that of earth; there is a realm where the rainbow never fades, where the stars will be spread before us like islands that slumber on the ocean, and where the beings that pass before us like shadows will stay in our presence forever.

Say what we will, we may be sure that ambition is an error. Its wear and tear on the heart are never recompensed.

Some have the temperament and tastes of genius, without its creative power. They feel acutely, but express tamely.