Chains of iron or of silk-both are chains.

Whatever lives, lives to die in sorrow. We engage our hearts, and grasp after the things of this world, only to undergo the pang of losing them.

Without a home must the soldier go, a changeful wanderer, and can warm himself at no home-lit hearth.

No, no! I do nature injustice. She gave us inventive faculty, and set us naked, and helpless on the shore of this great ocean,--the world; swim those who can, the heavy may go to the bottom.

It is difficult to discriminate the voice of truth from amid the clamor raised by heated partisans.

Alas! When duty grows thy law, enjoyment fades away.

As soon as I have begun to fear I have ceased to fear.