One can give advice comfortably from a safe port.

Time consecrates; and what is gray with age becomes religion.

Appearance should never attain reality, And if nature conquers, then must art retire.

To be man's tender mate was woman born, and in obeying nature she best serves the purposes of heaven.

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.

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.

The zeal of friends it is that razes me, And not the hate of enemies.