Dandies, when first-rate, are generally very agreeable men.

A man's own conscience is his sole tribunal, and he should care no more for that phantom "opinion" than he should fear meeting a ghost if he crossed the churchyard at dark.

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

Evening is the delight of virtuous age; it seems an emblem of the tranquil close of busy life--serene, placid, and mild, with the impress of its great Creator stamped upon it; it spreads its quiet wings over the grave, and seems to promise that all shall be peace beyond it.

It is not by the gray of the hair that one knows the age of the heart.

The brave man wants no charms to encourage him to his duty, and the good man scorns all warnings that would deter him from fulfilling it.

There's no weapon that slays its victim so surely (if well aimed) as praise.