Midnight! the outpost of advancing day! The frontier town and citadel of night!

Let him not boast who puts his armor on as he who puts it off, the battle done.

Think not because no man sees, such things will remain unseen.

How wonderful is the human voice! It is indeed the organ of the soul. The intellect of man is enthroned visibly on his forehead and in his eye, and the heart of man is written on his countenance, but the soul, the soul reveals itself in the voice only.

A man must be of a very quiet and happy nature, who can long endure the country; and, moreover, very well contented with his own insignificant person.

Yes, we must ever be friends; and of all who offer you friendship Let me be ever the first, the truest, the nearest and dearest.

Don't cross the bridge til you come to it.