The night is past,-joy cometh with the morrow.

Whatever you lend let it be your money, and not your name. Money you may get again, and, if not, you may contrive to do without it; name once lost you cannot get again.

You know There are moments when silence, prolonged and unbroken, More expressive may be than all words ever spoken.

Nothing can constitute good-breeding that has not good-nature for its foundation.

The heart of a man's like that delicate weed, / Which requires to be trampled on, boldly indeed / Ere it gives forth the fragrance you wish to extract.

A man of genius is inexhaustible only in proportion as he is always renourishing his genius.

Not in the knowledge of things without, but in the perfection of the soul within, lies the empire of man aspiring to be more than man.