It is the fate of all things to ripen, and then to decay.

It is seldom men think of death in the pride of their health and strength.

Battles, unlike bargains, are rarely discussed in society.

We are all human, and all do wrong.

Whatever may be the changes produced by man, the eternal round of the seasons is unbroken.

All greatness of character is dependent on individuality. The man who has no other existence than that which he partakes in common with all around him, will never have any other than an existence of mediocrity.

We live in a world of transgressions and selfishness, and no pictures that represent us otherwise can be true; though happily for human nature, gleamings of that pure spirit in whose likeness man has been fashioned, are to be seen, relieving its deformities, and mitigating, if not excusing its crimes.