Time is a blooming field: nature is ever teeming with life: and all is seed, and all is fruit.

A sublime soul can rise to all kinds of greatness, but by an effort; it can tear itself from all bondage, to all that limits and constrains it, but only by strength of will. Consequently the sublime soul is only free by broken efforts.

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.

Many a crown shines spotless now that yet was deeply sullied in the winning.

The will of man is his happiness.

Whoever fails to turn aside the ills of life by prudent forethought, must submit to fulfill the course of destiny.

Rarely do we arrive at the summit of truth without running into extremes; we have frequently to exhaust the part of error, and even of folly, before we work our way up to the noble goal of tranquil wisdom.