Egotism erects its center in itself; love places it out of itself in the axis of the universal whole. Love aims at unity, egotism at solitude. Love is the citizen ruler of a flourishing republic, egotism is a despot in a devastated creation. Egotism sows for gratitude, love for the ungrateful. Love gives, egotism lends; and love does this before the throne of judicial truth, indifferent if for the enjoyment of the following moment, or with the view to a martyr's crown--indifferent whether the reward is in this life or in the next.

The Moor has done his work, the Moor may go.

Even weak men when united are powerful.

The storm is master. Man, as a ball, is tossed twixt winds and billows.

The happy man does not notice the flight of time.

Man is made of ordinary things, and habit is his nurse.

Peace is rarely denied to the peaceful.