Man is unjust, but God is just; and finally justice triumphs.

The motives and purposes of authors are not always so pure and high, as, in the enthusiasm of youth, we sometimes imagine. To many the trumpet of fame is nothing but a tin horn to call them home, like laborers from, the field, at dinner-time, and they think themselves lucky to get the dinner.

If we love one another, nothing, in truth, can harm us, whatever mischances may happen.

The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight.

Sometimes we may learn more from a man's errors, than from his virtues.

Authors must not, like Chinese soldiers, expect to win victories by turning somersets in the air.

Learn to labour and to wait.