Fate loves the fearless.

Large charity doth never soil, but only whitens soft white hands.

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

There is no better ballast for keeping the mind steady on its keel, and saving it from all risk of crankiness, than business.

Metaphor is no argument, though it be sometimes the gunpowder to drive one home, and imbed it in the memory.

Silence is sorrow's best food.

Christ was the first true democrat that ever breathed, as the old dramatist Dekkar said he was the first true gentleman.