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.

The painter is, as to the execution of his work, a mechanic; but as to his conception and spirit and design he is hardly below even the poet.

The joke loses everything when the joker laughs himself.

A childlike mind in its simplicity practises that science of good to which the wise may be blind.

Forgiveness is the finding again of a lost possession.

Nothing leads to good that is not natural.

Speech is always bolder than action.