Beware the People weeping When they bare the iron hand.

Nothing may help or heal While Amor incensed remembers wrong.

Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people's hats off - then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can.

The starred and stately nights seemed haughty dames in jewelled velvets, nursing at home in lonely pride, the memory of their absent conquering Earls, the golden helmeted suns!

It is not for man to follow the trail of truth too far, since by so doing he entirely loses the directing compass of his mind.

As with ships, so with men; he who turns his back to his foe gives him an advantage.

Any appellative at all savouring of arbitrary rank is unsuitable to a man of liberal and catholic mind.