Amid my list of blessings infinite, stands this the foremost, "that my heart has bled."
Man makes a death which Nature never made. And feels a thousand deaths in fearing one.
Think naught a trifle, though it small appear; Small stands the mountain, moments make the year, and trifles life.
Wishing of all employments is the worst
Titles are marks of honest men, and wise; The fool or knave that wears a title lies.
Where boasting ends, there dignity begins.