Most gladly would I give the blood-stained laurel for the first violet which March brings us, the fragrant pledge of the new-fledged year.

No emperor has the power to dictate to the heart.

As inclination changes, thus ebbs and flows the unstable tide of public judgment.

Courage, ne'er by sorrow broken! Aid where tears of virtue flow; Faith to keep each promise spoken! Truth alike to friend and foe!

Have Hope. Though clouds environs now, And gladness hides her face in scorn, Put thou the shadow from thy brow, - No night but hath its morn.

An honest man you may form of windle-straws, but to make a rogue you must have grist.

In a narrow circle the mind grows narrow. The more one expands, the larger their aims.