Futurity is impregnable to mortal ken: no prayer pierces through heaven's adamantine walls. Whether the birds fly right or left, whatever be the aspect of the stars, the book of nature is a maze, dreams are a lie, and every sign a falsehood.

A noble heart will always capitulate to reason.

Man only plays when in the full meaning of the word he is a man, and he is only completely a man when he plays.

If we do not find anything very pleasant, at least we shall find something new.

Arrow-swift the present sweepeth, and motionless forever stands the past.

Cowards have done good and kind actions, but a coward never pardoned.

The dream is short, repentance long.