The brave are born from the brave and good. In steers and in horses is to be found the excellence of their sire; nor do savage eagles produce a peaceful dove.

And Tragedy should blush as much to stoop To the low mimic follies of a farce, As a grave matron would to dance with girls.

Don't yield to that alluring witch, laziness, or else be prepared to surrender all that you have won in your better moments.

Better to accept whatever happens.

In avoiding one evil we fall into another, if we use not discretion.

Fate with impartial hand turns out the doom of high and low; her capacious urn is constantly shaking the names of all mankind.

What we hear strikes the mind with less force than what we see.