The greatest firmness is the greatest mercy.
The bravest are the tenderest.
Every man has his secret sorrows.
The mind of the scholar, if he would leave it large and liberal, should come in contact with other minds.
Whatever poet, orator, or sage may say of it, old age is still old age.
We waste our best years in distilling the sweetest flowers of life into potions which, after all, do not immortalize, but only intoxicate.