Poetry is something to make us wiser and better, by continually revealing those types of beauty and truth, which God has set in all men's souls.

Love lives on, and hath a power to bless when they who loved are hidden in the grave.

Be NOBLE! and the nobleness that liesIn other men, sleeping, but never dead,Will rise in majesty to meet thine own.

O reputation! dearer far than life.

The nurse of full-grown souls is solitude.

Let us be of good cheer, however, remembering that the misfortunes hardest to bear are those which never come.

Good luck is the willing handmaid of upright, energetic character, and conscientious observance of duty.