He spoke well who said that graves are the footprints of angels.
Life hath quicksands, Life hath snares!
The love of learning, the sequestered nooks, And all the sweet serenity of books.
Defeat may be victory in disguise.
A life that is worth writing at all is worth writing minutely.
Weak minds make treaties with the passions they cannot overcome, and try to purchase happiness at the expense of principle; but the resolute will of a strong man scorns such means, and struggles nobly with his foe to achieve great deeds.